spirit of life
03-05-2015, 06:03 PM
She would answer his questions with mild uncertainty, though it gave enough that Nagendra could gather what he wanted to. It seemed Valentine wasn’t much for settling, which he liked just fine. Inwardly he allowed himself impish amusement at the similarities between himself and the blue beast – a voracious appetite for the forbidden fruit, no matter what tree it fell from. Valentine seemed to be a bit more of a collector though. It seemed he’d acquired three so far. But were there more? A faint smirk tickled the edges of his lips before vanishing, his gaze focused back upon Rhythm.
When he offered his light question about her own status, she replied, seeming half in thought about it herself. Nagendra’s lips twitched in a faint smirk. When she questioned back, a soft huff of a laugh escaped his nostrils. He was a bit tripped up by the question. Wasn’t it obvious? Of course, he wasn’t one to shrug it off and grow bashful at his intent being unveiled. ”You’re very pretty,” he said simply, his smirk remaining. ”Valentine has good taste.” He would again be silently amused, this time for his comment's second meaning. I should know.
When he offered his light question about her own status, she replied, seeming half in thought about it herself. Nagendra’s lips twitched in a faint smirk. When she questioned back, a soft huff of a laugh escaped his nostrils. He was a bit tripped up by the question. Wasn’t it obvious? Of course, he wasn’t one to shrug it off and grow bashful at his intent being unveiled. ”You’re very pretty,” he said simply, his smirk remaining. ”Valentine has good taste.” He would again be silently amused, this time for his comment's second meaning. I should know.