@jadenah cont from X
Ben smirked at her. He was a coy man who knew what he wanted. He often had easy luck with the women of the castle---the men, too, when the mood struck him---and considered himself a fair catch. He was a newly made bachelor in the middle of his mortal prime, and always shot his shot when he felt there was a chance to be had. Mutant or not.
“Play nice,” he chuckled at the snark in her tone. He leaned back against the backrest of the bench and hooked his elbows over it; while he did not touch her, his hand now rested in the area her back would be if she leaned backwards. “This seat wasn’t taken, was it? I just wanted to sit for a while. Enjoy the view.” The bench faced a wall, though on that wall was a painting. Perhaps that was what he was talking about.














