"So this is TOTALLY business but I need a d--a plus one to get into this fancy ball to meet with a client so I decided that I'll let you come with me since you're the only one around that I know. Aren't I so generous?"
A d a t e , eh?
Xelloss stands facing Lina with that infuriatingly unchanging face of tepid cheer. Staring, or presumably so, since his eyes have that vulpine squint that locks out any meaningful insight as to his thoughts, or his mood, or his motivations, or anything else.
The “stare,” as it were, lasts a good goddamn sixty seconds, uninterrupted. Complete with that impassive, dimpled smile.
“D’you want a corsage?” he taunts, at last, in a tone that feigns courtesy while also oozing nasal sarcasm. The grin spreads, and bares inhumanly perfect straight white teeth.











