SANGUINE
❝ Why , you’re mighty fine for a mortal. I suppose , well , some people like to … do their magic. I don’t really know though - but have you ever had to explain to a vigilant you were in fact , not evil incarnate , and just a man with horns because … Oh my it’s a story , and you’re quite a fine lady. ❞
There are no undertones to suggest anything , not in that moment. Just a sigh of relief and a smile to show he means it - because he does.
With a grin , he caters to the question.
❝ I like to visit , you see , go on my own little length of a snap journeys , mostly to search for drinking buddies. ❞
He points a clawed finger to her goblet , grin widening , stretching ear to ear in a fanged smile.
❝ Need a refill ? ❞
She laughs a bit at the mention of vigilantes. She, too, had been question by them more than a few times. Indeed, she was a vampire, and the horns that many bosmer had could be alarming, but she highly disliked being called attention to.
Though, the vigilantes did make for good fun and sustinence, so she wasn’t one to complain about it much.
“Yes, thank you.” she nods politely, sliding over her goblet to him, “Hmm. I’d been thinking of having a quiet night, too. Plans change, however, and I can’t say I’m complaining.”
This was far more interesting, anyway, she thought. I wasn’t every day you met a Deadra, after all.
“I’d be quite interested in hearing more about your encounters with the vigilants -- perhaps we could compare tales.”
