Starter for @pitofvypers
It's like every other week, the man seated at a table, glass of wine in hand as his eyes scan across the crowds of patrons behind his tinted lenses. Someone pretty, but also clearly common. Just in case things went south, there wouldn't be too much of a fuss.
Yet, it isn't his usual type that his gaze pauses on. An elven man, or perhaps half-elven is standing to the side, against the wall, seemingly also scanning the crowd. Maybe to find whoever he wished to bed for the night, given the location. There's something else though, something that piques an interest he isn't quite certain of.
He stares, unashamed, until the others eyes meet his and then he offers a teasing smile and a batting of white lashes as he takes another sip of his wine. Usually, that's enough, if not... he wasn't above adding a little charm into his gaze.











