@lordofthestrix cont.
"You always have a way of dulling a fun matter, don't you? I give you a compliment and you delve into the secret human nature of cannibalism. "
He had been trying to say that for once Tristan de Martel was actually being a touch fun. Human in the best aspects of being human. A tad impulsive and devious in a way that didn't resemble Machiavelli. Or anything to such a nature.
And yet there it was.
His arm draped across the shoulders of the man beside him, someone who stood between friend and enemy and brother. A strange place to be and a place he didn't want to name. Things were always steadily in flux. Perhaps that was why it was delightful to see some of that human playfulness arise before he smothered it by opening his mouth.
There has a half urge to shove Tristan at the remark that followed.
"My bank account is not my meal ticket. My good looks work more than well enough." And when looks and charm fail the bank account works as well if he's feeling lazy on using compulsion. "And just so you know a little vapid fast food is good for the soul on occasion. "
The gesture didn't go unnoticed, which was why he didn't shove his dining companion. Instead he focused on the buffet spread before him with thrumming hearts, pulsing jugulars and blissful innocence to the predators. "Well, lets see. Are there any new preferences I should be aware of? I don't want a repeat of that debacle at the Alhambra. That was a mess because you were being picky."
