The man had quite the grin - didn’t he? Broad and full and confident, and seeming as though it belonged right where it was. His face was suited for it - grinning and, Brynnan could make a guess, smirking. He seemed the sort. Brynnan could practically imagine him in one of those market squares of the Southern cities.
“Eh - whether I like it or not, what I see is quite the attention-grabber, t’isn’t it? Though, to the question - the only thing y’seem to have on your face is that grin.” He gave a grin of his own, “You cold, Southerner?”
@brynnan-gaelson Joseph unconsciously rubbed his shoulders in a vain attempt to work out the chill that had swept it’s way into his bones. “Attention grabber, eh? What can I say, mon famille is known for bein’ quite t’e gaze catcher back in t’e quater.” Joseph wondered how his smooth accented tones came off to the man’s light, but rugged tones. Northeners did love themselves some gruff voices, that’s for sure. The Beausoleil had to admit, he liked the man’s voice. It was strangely melodic. When the Northener smiled, it caught Joseph by surprise. It was a small thing, but it fit neatly in place against the man’s narrow cheekbones. “Afraid we don’ get much cold where I’m from.” He ran his hand through the side of his head where there was hair in an attempt to smooth it down, as it had become frizzy from the chill.
Brynnan smiled, giving a warm chuckle. The man was interesting - at least enough to catch his attention, and for more reasons than just his strange appearance. His manner of speech was a little odd to him, but his tone was jovial, charismatic. Brynnan liked it. Besides, while a little odd to him in manner, the man was certainly not hard to look upon.
Of course, if he invited the man inside his home and Hallor was around, he would get teased endlessly.
Ah well, it wasn’t as though that wouldn’t happen anyway.
“Yeh, I imagine - you’re not exactly dressed for bein’ in the cold.” He gave a light gesture with his head off to the side, “Why don’t you join me for a hot meal and maybe I can find you a cloak better suited for this sort of weather, mm?” He smiled playfully, “Ye know though, people might stare a bit - we don’t get too many Southerners, ‘specially ones that look quite like you.” He raised his brows a touch, “And all our old stories and such with Southerners in them usually involve...charmin merchants and travelers stealin hearts or purses and runnin’ off. Not plannin on any o’ that are ye?” He teased.
