evening star .

[astrerier]

-- crowned ; open

[sharpensblades]

In all honesty, Mikasa would have expected one to be the least bit interested in a location unknown to them. But perhaps that’s only true for some, this man before her an exception. The only issue she could find in his response is… she’s not certain how to respond. True, her upbringing didn’t allow for much social interaction, but certainly this awkwardness isn’t solely on her shoulders..

Nonetheless, basking in her own hesitation, Mikasa pauses once more as the seat across from the male is offered. Considering both of their circumstances, she sees no point in standing any longer. They have potentially much to discuss.

"I suppose you’re correct." Slowly she pulls out the chair, before seating herself as professionally as possible. Grey eyes slide to the side, and although her expression may not betray her emotions, the uncertainty can surely be assumed in her silence.

"You look like you could relax a little."

For a moment Mikasa blinks up owlishly at the servant. Relax… the thought had never crossed her mind.

"This war is important to me," is what she immediately blurts out.  "I don’t want to mess up…" In a time of peace, how she could possibly sit around after all? Relaxing, it appears she’s too restless to even think of doing such a thing. But… it may not be a bad thing. Allowing her shoulders to relax slightly, the dark haired female then wracks her brain for some kind of casual topic to discuss. What does one talk about with a spirit of the dead? 

"…so what is it you wish to gain from this war?" Certainly, a safe topic. 

[astrerier]

When he hadn't the privilege to examine other parts of the world besides the city they resided in, it left little motivation. Not to mention this universe was entirely separate from his own, whose status he had truer concerns over. With what knowledge is given through the Grail, he did have an unreal understanding of many aspects of this world already, even if not every technological detail. Regardless, his wanderings were generally conducted at night as he noted locations where blood could be afforded to be spilled, and so he sought downtime during the day.

His gaze shifted to meet with hers upon her declaration, still inwardly monitoring the professionalism she exercised. His smile lessened to match the seriousness of her tone but was not completely flattened as a result of her genuineness. 

It's the topic of his wish that results in a moment of silence, eyes attempting to scan her intentions before lips parted to respond.

"Nothing." Yuri did not lead a life of securing personal gain. "I've thought about it-- what I'd wish for-- and it's not something I can really leave up to some cup."

Leaning back in his chair, he toyed with the balance of his weight, one foot secured beneath the table so that he may not fall back. "I don't know what it's capable of. I mean, I know what people say it can do, but it's not like I've seen the thing in action."

Perhaps he'd dishearten the master before him with his realism, but she deserved nothing less than his honest response. Pausing, he considered the possibility of the best-case scenario, understanding that the potential existed. "If it really can grant any wish, then I've got to consider what other guys would use it for. To keep it out of the wrong hands... that's where I stand for now."

That being said, the vigilante turned his stare towards the formal female.

"So, what do you want with it?"

[casualgodslaying-blog]

this was taking too long.  he’d come for a war, not for a waiting period, yet here he was, wasting his time away doing absolutely nothing except walk around this city.  not to mention the fact that it had lost it’s novelty the first time he came here with Canaria, so there wasn’t a whole lot to do here that he hadn’t already done

the boy was lying down on the side of a small hill, waiting for night time to head back to where his master was staying.  but a shadow threatened to destroy even this.

"Oi, if you block out the sun like that I’m actually going to fall asleep" he told the figure creating the shadow.

[astrerier]

It had admittedly been his overly casual attitude he'd adapted this particular morning that had him both neglect some detections of other servants and pay little mind to where he stood. Nonetheless, as the day gradually continued, he cared very little for complaints that held close to no value, and with far too much on his mind, this was the last problem he wished to dwell on.

"Then don't lay down in the grass," he countered, not budging. There was no need to provoke an argument over such a pointless scenario, so that was the only comment made in response, sparing only seconds of eye contact.

[flechettemaiden]

o1 . emotive pianist

Cheria turned her attention to the piano in front of her, lightly fingering the edges of the expensive looking instrument. She couldn’t believe that such an exquisite piano could be played by anyone for free. The houserules of the hotels of this world were quite different from where she came from. 

She looked around, before shyly sliding into the seat and setting her foot against the pedal by the furthest left. Her fingers settle onto the black and ivory keys, a sigh escaping her lips as she gently presses a finger against the middle C.

-and just like that, the melody starts to form. Pressure makes the mood and timbre rise and fall, sweeping the beautiful melody through the quiet hall of the hotel. The music sheet displayed before her was of a foreign tune, entitled: Waltz Op. 70 No. 2 in F minor, a piece created by a gentleman they call Chopin. 

Even with the thoughts of the war burdening her, the gentle melody takes her away. Her heart gets lighter with each key she presses, and a smile graces her features for the first time since she arrived in Rome. 

"Oh…"

From her peripheral vision, Cheria could see a crowd forming from behind her, enthralled by her performance. She felt her cheek heat up in embarrassment, but went on concentrating on performing the song properly for her audience all the same.

Huh…? Wait…this feeling…

While it was true that a group of people watching her play made her feel uneasy, another unexplained feeling creeps up her very being as she feels a certain someone’s gaze on her among the crowd. Cheria looks over her shoulder, but there was so many people that had gathered that it made it hard for her to pinpoint who it was.

There was only one thing she was sure of however, and that the person in question who was giving her this queer feeling is involved in the impeding war about to taint the whole of Rome a scarlet red. 

[astrerier]

It's less the sensation of a potential threat and more a curiosity spread by the ever-growing crowd that had Yuri stepping into the building, his stare flickering between heads until the source of mass interest was finally identified.

A pianist nothing short of professional, it seemed; the piece played was of a gentle nature far more calming than what one may have expected from a soon to be soldier. Even knowing that, the peaceful song was appropriately welcomed and wholeheartedly adored by the awed spectators about them so much that, despite his general indifference for aesthetics, he was impressed.

A moment of hesitation on her part revealed that his presence may have been noted however, causing him to shift subtly enough out of sight once her eyes briefly scanned over. It had never been his intention to draw attention nor interrupt what had been a perfectly fine performance, but there was little that could be done concerning the innate senses gifted by the grail.

It's only when the song comes to a close that he faltered, hesitant on whether an approach was truly proper. Perhaps it was the flash of pink coupled with that certain bashfulness, but his gaze no longer sought to meet hers, drifting instead as a sigh was released.

"Cursed even after death-- just my luck."

Among the applauding audience the vigilante would turn, unsuspectingly heading down a hotel corridor to find a less conspicuous exit. He'd reminded himself that she carried the aura of a servant before one of familiarity, and that he'd need to treat the situation as such should the circumstances one day become as bad as he imagined. He only wondered if the sentiment was reciprocated, added complications not exactly on his to-do list, but not all that terrible given the encounters he's had with other servants and masters thus far.

[timeforashodown]

The response was expected; there was no reason to fear him, at least not now when all the servants were limited by their lack of prana, along with the disqualification that Azrael would not be willing to break. But he found himself adding another scent to his list of those he would be seeking out…

"You remind me of a man I used to know in my time. One of my greatest regrets was never getting the chance to properly rip his flesh apart with my fangs. Rest assured, I won’t let that happen again. We will meet again."

He was proud, but not stupid. No point in fighting when he couldn’t even enjoy it. He shoved the smaller male aside - an action that could have sent a normal human flying - as he walked on past him.

[astrerier]

The unnecessary detail was a bit on the disgusting side but nothing beyond what he'd endured from a stalker assassin of his own time. Regardless, the fact Yuri reminded the other of some past foe seemed to ignite some spirit-- a quality he hadn't seen much of in the competitors he'd viewed thus far. He might have even considered the situation some twisted blessing if not for the shove that forced him back more than a few steps, his balance shaken by its suddenness as his smirk disappeared from his expression.

"...good to know." 

There's little snark evident in him now, only seriousness that watched the monstrous other walk on casually. That strength was nothing to laugh at, particularly if he'd have to face it on his own in the future, but the presence of a challenge was always enough to motivate, and that much was enough to have hope for this war yet.

[astrerier]

-- crowned ; open

[sharpensblades]

There is very little Mikasa does in Rome for pure enjoyment. This war, no, it’s potential means far too much for her to even consider taking any time for leisure. Even now, if she’s not keeping herself alert for potential servants, she’s considering the possibilities locations could hold for battles. In a sense, it is all she can do for the moment.

She wouldn’t know where to begin outside of pure practicality. Socializing is the ideal way to meet and acquaint oneself, she even sees the advantage of doing so, but the act of actually carrying out such a thing is in all honesty lost to her. She predicts it would end as quickly and awkwardly as it started.

What originally draws her to the crepe-eating man is then logically the unmistakable aura of a servant he gives off. His voiced thoughts come second, and are the only reason her greeting is something unrelated to the looming battle

"Is that so? I find it intriguing, although perhaps the fact that I’ve never been to Rome skews my opinion." She has very little input on this setting personally, but his comment makes her curious nonetheless. Yet Mikasa holds her tongue. 

[astrerier]

A formal first impression, but perhaps that is mostly due to the fact her way of speaking is reminiscent to that of a certain commandant. Yuri's interested, to say the least, just in knowing he managed to encounter someone whose aura is so familiar and yet not. Regardless, it may have been the aforementioned similarity that caused his faint smile.

"Never been to Rome, huh?" It's clear as day that she's a master, if not from the tellings of his otherworldly gift, then from how out of place she seemed to unintentionally make herself. "Me neither." He's not even trying to make the conversation flow, instead resisting the urge to laugh into his crepe. Something about her stiffness just asked to be teased, and it was just the mood booster he could use.

Still, the matter at hand was nothing to joke about, even if the fighting was not to start for quite a while. For the time being, Yuri decided to be inviting while exercising the bluntness he was never one to refrain.

"You can sit, you know," He motioned vaguely to the seat across from him. "We both know why we're really here." Things were much easier when neither side had much to hide.

With a casual dismissive wave, he continued to eat. "You look like you could relax a little." Maybe not the best advice for someone whose life was to be risked in an impending war, but the stakes were the same for everyone involved, and there was no sense in worrying so soon.

[jouhouya-deactivated20140609]

01 : Twenty-one, Once Again

[jouhouya-deactivated20140609]

     ”If you can manage to do it, I’d be impressed,” he answered, still feeling no threat from the Servant’s words. “But in the end, I don’t care if I get knocked out of the fight, or when— I have no wish for the Grail of which I know, as I said. As long as the other teams can be of some interest, my loss is of no real consequence.”

     ”In any case, good luck to you and your Master. As an opponent of yours, perhaps that’s the last thing I should be saying, but as a spectator to your fight, I’ll enjoy your efforts until you meet your end, whenever that may be.” There was some sort of naivete in Yuri’s reaction to his words. Kindness was a rarity not easily afforded in the present, especially not at a time like this, with magi at each other’s throats to earn the right to touch the Grail. And even then, those truly altruistic were rarer still. Kindness was a tool, albeit a generally ineffective one.

"You’ve been to war before, so you must know this: war can break promises more easily than people can."

[astrerier]

There's a moment where Yuri was inclined to question why the other's curiosity was not strong enough to motivate, but the inquiry was dropped rather quickly. It was far easier to allow someone who didn't care to leave a war without qualms.

"As long as the teams can be of some interest?" he repeated, disdain not so hidden beneath his tone. "So, this is all just entertainment to you." It was an inquiry spoken with the confidence of a statement after knowing well enough of the character type personally.

No movement or scowl followed the supposedly genuine wish of luck on his behalf, his tiredness becoming more and more obvious as his responses quieted. His frown deepened a bit from the last of Izaya's comments however, as he grew particularly peeved at the assumptions constantly being made.

"You always figure you know everything about everyone, or is that just a habit, too?" One hand moved to rub his neck in some hopes that the gesture granted him some seconds more of patience; the combination of this conversation and his lack of rest weakening.

"Yeah, I've been to war. Probably not the kind of war you're thinking, though." He paused. "But it's people who fight in those wars. It's the promises they make that strengthen their resolves. If you don't have anything to fight for, you're going to lose." Which is why he believed his promise could be kept with ease; there wasn't a chance he would fall before someone so apathetic.

[astrerier]

-- crowned ; open

[maguswaltzingly-deactivated2014]

Seiga’s smile may as well have been carved into her face. An openly fake mask of your emotions was always much better than allowing potential friends and allies a glimpse of what you were really thinking about them.

For example, the magus was internally contemplating how if only the battle had already begun, or that she could damage a servant. Gouging this tool’s eyes out would have been more than enough to ameliorate her mood.

"Now, now, there’s no need to be irritable. After all, this is just a friendly conversation.” Cue ever-widening smile for emphasis.

"Oh, but asking you would save me so much time! I’m but a delicate flower bud unsuited to tramping about such a large city." Lies. "But since you’ve decided to be so boring, I suppose I should just match your level of frankness and ask you to be my servant, hm? Then you certainly wouldn’t mind giving me information."

[astrerier]

His disinterested expression didn't change as her smile widened beyond what he believed was possible, what she claimed to be an irritable attitude primarily just his way of preventing a future headache.

It's only when the latter of her statement is pleasantly hummed that he nearly choked on his crepe, composure lost for a brief moment before he immediately established eye contact in an attempt to gauge her seriousness. 

"Of all the underhanded..." He muttered with clear indignation, understanding now that this girl was more than just a brat looking to kill time. Even so, there wasn't a chance he'd just willingly oblige someone like this, and if it turned to drastic measures, he'd have no issue.

"You don't even know if I've got any information at all." He'd just been sitting eating desserts, afterall, there's nothing that should have distinguished him. "Don't waste your time."

[timeforashodown]

"Hm?"

A statement of arrogance reached his ears, one that rung of familiarity to him, more in the way of how it was said; the cocky nature behind it, as though the speaker would likely be the one to bring about his downfall. Interesting…and yet profoundly irritating. The last man who spoke with that kind of tone to him was the one who ended up leading to imprisonment for the rest of his days…

"Oh? Perhaps you’d like to be added to the list then, boy?"

[astrerier]

Eager as he was, a sharp tongue was the only manner of attack allowed, and insults the only blows to be exchanged for the duration of the month. Fortunately he lacked in neither, and the temptation to provoke seemed to come naturally.

Unable to resist the urge to sneer, he shrugged casually at the question, not truly caring of whether he was already deemed a worthy opponent in the eyes of some brute. 

"That depends. You got a nickname just for me?" His tone is laced with feigned sweetness towards the end, his smile undeniably undaunted.

[jouhouya-deactivated20140609]

01 : Twenty-one, Once Again

[jouhouya-deactivated20140609]

     He smiled, as if to counter Yuri’s sarcasm with a facade of honesty that in any other context would have seemed genuine. “I’m afraid that I’m possibly in the shallow end of the ‘terrible people participating in this war’ pool. I’m conniving, I’m annoying, I’m a terrible human being. I’ve been called all these things, but there are Masters and Servants that could be much worse— inhuman, monstrous. So your sarcasm aside, it’s kind of you. I’d ask for your name, but that’s much more taboo for you Servants.”

     ”It may very well not be a guy,” Izaya says, quick to counter his statement. “For whatever reason, I seem to have a much easier time getting ladies to my side. Not that they all flock to me, but in general they tend to latch on me more.”

     His smile grows. “But whoever it is, I won’t let them get away with any foolish heroics or posturing. I’ll make sure that they’re acutely aware of the realities of this war and what needs to be done. Whether I win or not doesn’t matter, really. I’d just rather not lose because my Servant thought justice was still important enough to disregard my orders and their goals.” The smile gave off a different vibe now, one that was earnest and yet malicious.

     ”If your Master is a kind one, you’re certain to be one of the first ones out. I can guarantee it.”

[astrerier]

It wasn't particularly thrilling to hear the casual agreement on the other's irritating character, but he supposed the denial of it would have proved even more bothersome, so it was tolerated. As it was also understood that Yuri wasn't about to return the introductions, it saved him some degree of having to explain.

However, regardless of his quietness, the condemnation written in his eyes strengthened at what he believed was an unnecessary clarification, his protective nature practically radiating after hearing of Izaya's supposed ease with women. The way his smile only evolved didn't help the situation any, and it's a sheer blessing that the month's rules kept Yuri from doing something he'd regret.

"Yeah? Let me know when you get one, they'll be the first to go." Any servant willingly sided with this guy's ideals wouldn't at all bother his conscience to rid of.

He scoffed at the final comment made, near seething. "So kindness is weakness, I take it?" Underestimating the power of those feelings would end this guy, he swore it. "You can take your guarantee and shove it. I'm not leaving this war any sooner than you are, I promise."

[oohmucus]

There was no need to guess who they both were; they could both plainly tell that the other was a Servant. Still, there was also no need to be too wary around this spirit - the war had yet to start, and if Milla was careful enough then there was no problem of revealing any information that might come back to bite her later.

Though, he seemed friendly enough at this point. Milla grabbed the clumped together green strands that were found at the top of her blonde hair and nodded. It was always rather long…

"Ah, I suppose you are right. Still, it does seem like a rather silly thing to constantly point out. All hair grows, after all. But at the same time, I suppose people never do change, do they? Always focusing on the silliest things…"

[astrerier]

It was probably just as likely that she was being stared at for her figure, but to admit that much to someone who didn't seem the type to flaunt such would be uncalled for, to say the least. In any case, it seemed she accepted his answer as satisfactory, which is enough for him to respond with a small smile.

"Well, I doubt it's a bad kind of staring," he shrugged, more or less agreeing to her simple statement. It was true this era seemed a tad more on the judgmental end, however, compared to what he was used to.

"Not that you need me to tell you that. It doesn't seem to bother you either way, does it?" Priorities shifting towards the materialistic wasn't going to earn any praise of his, but he could bare it-- as could she, it appeared.

[timeforashodown]

"The blackened monster, the golden haired man, the upstart boy."

He counted the three off on his fingers and let out a sigh, shaking his head in disappointment. As it stood, they were the only ones he knew of so far that could potentially give him a real challenge…

"A pity. The rest is just meat."

[astrerier]

Merely from passing he'd overheard some interesting tips on other servants, the hints compelling enough for him to turn and examine their source. It's only when he's greeted with the sight of blindingly blue hair that he nearly snorts, his record with the type already not the best.

"Meat?" The word is uttered beneath a laugh of disbelief.

"Let your guard down any more and you'll trip over it, big guy."

[starwishings-deactivated2014111]

“Servant, Servant… … Am I even fit for this thing…?”

[astrerier]

"--Having second thoughts?" Maybe if he was playing by the strategic book, he wouldn't have approached with such sincerity, but unfortunately, he had a heart. "Well, you've got a wish, don't you?"

[astrerier]

this is so delayed, but hey--

i'm naru! i've been roleplaying for god knows how long and am currently only here as yuri although I might ... use my master slot.... we'll see.

you can find me @ehnvi ! it's my only twitter account so there's a mix of roleplay things and life stuff, but that's your best bet for contact and just general socializing. I also roleplay at frw so feel free to hmu all you homies out there

besides that, i'm all for planned threads, so just give me some kind of a sign if you'd like to start one! yuri's a little rough around the edges but his intentions are good i promise

[astrerier]

-- crowned ; open

[burnthekarma]

     Huh. Now that was a notion he’d never thought about.      Upon manifestation, he’d known that the Church has used its influence on the media in past wars to keep the War a secret.  Who knows what they’d have to do this time around —?  Building destroyed in random “fires,” inexplicable shockwaves from Noble Phantasms played off as earthquakes: in truth, it could be considered almost comical. But, in the interest of keeping in his company’s good graces, Homura keeps this quiet amusement to himself.

     ”If we wish for such, then we will have to engineer it by our own recourse.  What would you propose, to keep the casualties to a minimum?”  In truth, Homura finds little desire in actually winning: even as a Sekirei, he had not particularly cared for the notion of being the last one standing.  A particularly passionate Master might sway him otherwise; but, for Homura, the greatest goal is that the wicked should be punished for their misdeeds.      Fighting is a side-effect of war, but stamping out the cruel?  That is a tactic which Homura could pledge his allegiance to.

[astrerier]

His gaze immediately shifted to meet the other's, a chance that he's actually stumbled upon someone agreeable enough for him to spend the necessary time for an examination of character. It's not too high a hope however, Yuri being more than prepared to receive condemnation for his response.

"You cut down the guys that won't be missed." Simple enough, assuming they both shared similar judgments on what exactly that entailed. "The guys who don't give a damn about involving innocent people."

He can almost hear the lecturing now, the voice of reason that accused his way of serving justice nothing more than a common criminal's skewed perspective.

Still, the circumstances were different. "We're all here to fight anyway, yeah? Nothing wrong with picking out the bad eggs first." And it's clear he had every intention on doing so, if not from the seriousness reflected in his tone, than in the eagerness slipping through the way one thumb was repeatedly flicking his sword from its sheath. Given a likable master or not, he wasn't readily willing to give up his way of doing things.

[jouhouya-deactivated20140609]

01 : Twenty-one, Once Again

[jouhouya-deactivated20140609]

     ”It’s a force of habit; I make a living selling information to people. That, and people tend to say I talk too much, which I can’t really disagree with. All the same, I don’t see the problem with sharing something so basic that you seem to already know yourself.” Izaya shrugged, and continued. “And don’t be so cold! For all you know, we could end up on the same side. We aren’t quite enemies yet.”

     He was almost certain at this point that such would only be the case if he and his Master were to end up in the same faction as him. Izaya was intent on finding someone else, unless this Servant here could prove himself useful. 

     ”I meant by the time you’re finished with the war— whether that means you ending up as the victor, or dying, it doesn’t really matter. These sorts of things can change the way you see the world.” Humans were easy like that. Enough trauma, enough danger, they will start to think differently.

     ”Me?” he repeats, in a way. “Ah— my name. I’m sorry, I don’t generally introduce myself to random spirits that will disappear in a month’s time. It’s Orihara Izaya; the former is my surname, if that perplexes you at all.”

[astrerier]

It seemed the further this conversation continued, the more his tolerance for the insufferable was tested. It couldn't have been more than a few minutes and yet the servant's almost ready to call it a night, the prodding at his patience reaching his limits.

On the plus side, he's learned a thing or two about a future acquaintance, all things considered, even if he's had to sacrifice his pleasant mood for it. A seller of information... It's almost expectedly underhanded.

Factions are no guarantee for cooperation from his perspective, but he'd always been a bit distrustful. Regardless, there's little point in telling the other what he probably already knows. Not to mention that vote of confidence was clearly thrown out the window.

"Izaya, then." Forget formalities when it comes to this servant. "If all the masters are as sweet as you, then maybe I really will ditch this war."

He sighed almost immediately after uttering the statement, knowing full well himself he was never one to take the easy way out. He's beyond obligated to see this through to the end for the sake of the life he's chosen. It doesn't help that he's conveniently ignoring the circumstance where a master doesn't give him the choice to refuse, either.

"Then again, I'd like to see the guy who wants to follow you around." Now there's a joke, if he's ever heard one.

[astrerier]

-- crowned ; open

[maguswaltzingly-deactivated2014]

Leaning forward, chin rested on folded hands upon elbows upon table, the magus simply smiled a bit more brightly—it didn’t matter whether or not it fooled the young man or not at this point. He wasn’t her type of servant anyway—too mouthy.

"Oh, don’t be so cold. After all, the battle hasn’t even started yet—and I bet you’ve not even a master to give you prana were you to start a fight—”

"Anyhow, it was just friendly advice offered out of the kindness of my heart. Perhaps you could repay me with a little bit of information about the city; namely if you’ve run into others of your type. Or perhaps you’ve seen more of my kin running about?"

[astrerier]

Yuri merely refrained from commenting, not particularly bothered enough to start a pointless argument over something he's still got time to fix. In any case, she looked fairly young to be dedicating herself to a cause that may endanger her life, but he hasn't any room to speak without knowing the circumstances. Although he's not pitying her any, there's still the matter of choosing his battles, and this one's just not worth it. The subject of repayment alone is enough to make him scoff.

"Real cute how you think I'm just gonna chat away like I've got nothing to lose." He paused, leaning back into his seat. "You can sense them, can't you?" Maybe not the other masters, but he didn't care to clarify. "Go hunt 'em down yourself; you're a big girl."

[astrerier]

-- crowned ; open

[maguswaltzingly-deactivated2014]

Seiga had found Rome to be a thoroughly entertaining city. Granted, it lacked the busy, clustered, always-rushing charm of her home city and its throngs of people constantly clashing she had spent nigh on her entire life living amongst.

It was her intent to enjoy this blissful peace while it lasted.

With naught but a smile, Seiga had taken to people-watching around the city. Most of the natives were terribly boring, but every so often an interesting fellow would show up—like this one, talking to himself out in the open just a few tables away. Never one to rein in her impulses, Seiga stood up and casually walked over to the other before tapping ever so lightly on his shoulder.

"You know, alking to yourself can be a rather dangerous habit, especially for a servant."

[astrerier]

What's more unsettling than the delicate tap to his shoulder is the cheerfulness this girl held in pointing out his inattentive comment. The lack of sincerity in her voice is enough for him to cringe, but he managed to refrain.

"I don't think it's anymore dangerous than some random master approaching the servant." If it was her hobby to provoke future fighters of a war, then she seriously needed to take another look at her life choices. Naturally, there was no actual harm to come to anyone for the rest of the month, but that didn't change the fact he'd remember this encounter.

With another mouthful of his french dessert, he attempted to neither lecture nor harass this obnoxious stranger. "You need something?"