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*places a small god-of-love, as a gift, right here*
"now to what do i owe the pleasure, hmmm?" stannis rarely had run-ins with the gods, and usually they tend to be a little unpleasant. this one though... a raised eyebrow as he spreads his legs, small smirk hidden by his moustache. "it's not every day a god comes a-visiting."
He tilts his head just a tad in curiosity as his soft smile grows a touch wider. "Mmm, you can call me Vaughn, handsome. Can i ask, what gave me away?" Could it be his vibrant pink eyes? His glowing aura? The sing song tone of his voice? A hand reaches for and gingerly caresses the stranger's stubbled cheek in flirtatious greeting.
"it radiates off you, love." sweet. tinted with darkness. powerful. danger hidden behind something saccharine. a wild thing. interesting. consider his curiosity piqued.
he is, however, a little cautious. you don't live this long in his line of work without being so. but he can sense nothing untoward. the wards around his house didn't trip. his senses didn't raise an alarms. untoward? perhaps not. but forward? certainly. especially the hand comes up to his scruffy face.
stannislaw's eyes looks up as the god approaches, before they flit down to take all of the other in his sights. his own hands unmoving, waiting. "so what can i do for you? your kind usually want something from me." tone more charming than accusatory.
