If not now then when?

He snorted a laugh in response to her teasing. "Well, if you're in the market for someone like that, I have a big, blue nephew I'd like to rehome." Technically he'd already been given away, but unless the lucky lady had other plans, Jupiter would be staying in Fireside. Lucky them. "I'd be willing to part with him for the low, low price of free. I'll even help him pack."

Tyrian kept a very careful eye out for Jupiter as they made their way back into the heart of the gathering. If that big blue bastard took one step towards him he'd decided not to pity humor him anymore. Especially not with a beautiful woman at his side. He'd had enough and he would not be made into a source of entertainment in front of Elise again. At least not on someone else's terms. It had felt rather nice to get a genuine laugh out of her and that was something he hoped he could do again. It was always nice to get a laugh, but there was just something about making a beautiful woman laugh that felt particularly good.

After selecting a drink of his own - a wine, maybe? He was inexperienced here as well and couldn't tell by sight - Tyrian let Elise lead him to a quieter part of the beach. He was pleased with her choice; people watching was a beloved pastime of his and he wouldn't miss a chance to giggle at someone else's expense. Especially if it got the heat off of him. They settled down and lapsed into silence as they watched the gathering grow. He took a sip of his drink and found it far too dry for his taste. It was definitely a wine and packed the kind of pithy punch that almost dried out his mouth. Elise's earlier words were the only thing that kept him sipping. The prospect of sex was there and though he would deny it, he found it a little daunting. The wine would take the edge off.

When she passed her drink off to him he gladly accepted it. A sip told him it was better than what he'd grabbed. With the memory of the wine still disappointing his taste buds, her drink was a dangerous and welcome respite - one he could drink more of than he should without realizing his mistake. "Oh, not bad," he commented on hers before burying the butt of his bottle into the sand. He'd keep it around for backup, but he wasn't going to go back to it without a reason. "An open book, eh?" His eyes rolled heavenward in exaggerated consideration. As he thought he passed the skin back to her. The heat of the drink was lingering pleasantly in his throat and belly. Eventually what he came up with was less of a question and more of an observation. "I have a hard time believing that out of the two of us, I win the award for being most interesting. I've lived in the same place my whole life. You're a rogue; on your own and probably going wherever you like. I bet you've seen and done things I've only dreamed of."