"I-- Yeah..." he fumbled, examining the foreign blade before seeing the waiter leave. Peculiar fellow. Flynt found no suspicion about him, not like he had any to begin with. His eyes found P'rita walking back to the table, greeting her with a smile and a nod. "Mostly pastries. Cheesecakes, fudge, flan. Missed you, by the by." he quipped, trying to be coy. His mind was to preoccupied with figuring it all out, though he did soon after cave to inquiry.
"So... What's with the fancy stabber? Seems custom made. Nice stuff. Don't see this kind of stuff out of Doma or Abalathia. Tough metals from them there regions, yeah". That should suffice. He held the tang up to the sunlight, examining the intricate metallurgy put into its creation. "Matches the owner, in a way. Sharp. Useful. I want it." he snickered, knowing full-well now he's just trying to get on P'rita's good side while she's still in her happy-go-lucky state. What kind of a dinner date ends with just a hug and a kiss anyway? This is a Reddard date, it ends with a bang. No pun intended. Again.Â
At the very least, he didn't plan on parting until he has her; he's waited too damn long between meetings anyway, so why bother letting her go? In a mix between interrogation and flirtation, Flynt masterfully weaved his words to both mine for information and soften up the Miqo'te in a fell swoop. Dusk began to on the couple's evening dinner, servicemen all around the restaurant preparing the torches and candles strewn about the patio deck. Flynt had a feeling things were going for the better, he just couldn't wipe that smug look of satisfaction off his face.
"So... What's with the fancy stabber? Seems custom made. Nice stuff. Don't see this kind of stuff out of Doma or Abalathia. Tough metals from them there regions, yeah". That should suffice. He held the tang up to the sunlight, examining the intricate metallurgy put into its creation. "Matches the owner, in a way. Sharp. Useful. I want it." he snickered, knowing full-well now he's just trying to get on P'rita's good side while she's still in her happy-go-lucky state. What kind of a dinner date ends with just a hug and a kiss anyway? This is a Reddard date, it ends with a bang. No pun intended. Again.Â
At the very least, he didn't plan on parting until he has her; he's waited too damn long between meetings anyway, so why bother letting her go? In a mix between interrogation and flirtation, Flynt masterfully weaved his words to both mine for information and soften up the Miqo'te in a fell swoop. Dusk began to on the couple's evening dinner, servicemen all around the restaurant preparing the torches and candles strewn about the patio deck. Flynt had a feeling things were going for the better, he just couldn't wipe that smug look of satisfaction off his face.
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