Let us not forget the show you put on earlier, my friend.
[ Thancred takes his glass back after a moment and indulges in a sip as well. His own outfit is not nearly as eye-catching, with dark colors preferred over white for a change of pace. It also isn't nearly as extravagant as what he put on for the vampires all those moons ago, which means he can appear quite relaxed.
Appear being the key word. He still has a sharp eye watching the movements of any strangers in the area. He hasn't forgotten how that ball in Nocwich came to an end.
At Urianger's own teasing comments, Thancred scoffs and returns his attention to him. ] We shall see. I'm hardly as young as I used to be, after all. [ He's being over-the-top, but he's also older than he looks and sometimes his days of cavorting with young women, whether for work or not, feel so long ago. ] Not that I would turn down an offer.
[ There's a pause then, his eyes gleaming as he takes in Urianger's garments once more. There's a moment of hesitation, but then he decides this is precisely what Moenbryda would want him to do. Make sure he learns how to live a little, will you? ]
And I do wonder, do you still have it in you to take another turn? If it's between dancing with a stranger or a friend, I'd say the choice is obvious.
[ That, and the closeness required of a shared dance will allow him to properly check in on Urianger, to confirm that he isn't hiding any lingering injuries. ]
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[ Thancred takes his glass back after a moment and indulges in a sip as well. His own outfit is not nearly as eye-catching, with dark colors preferred over white for a change of pace. It also isn't nearly as extravagant as what he put on for the vampires all those moons ago, which means he can appear quite relaxed.
Appear being the key word. He still has a sharp eye watching the movements of any strangers in the area. He hasn't forgotten how that ball in Nocwich came to an end.
At Urianger's own teasing comments, Thancred scoffs and returns his attention to him. ] We shall see. I'm hardly as young as I used to be, after all. [ He's being over-the-top, but he's also older than he looks and sometimes his days of cavorting with young women, whether for work or not, feel so long ago. ] Not that I would turn down an offer.
[ There's a pause then, his eyes gleaming as he takes in Urianger's garments once more. There's a moment of hesitation, but then he decides this is precisely what Moenbryda would want him to do. Make sure he learns how to live a little, will you? ]
And I do wonder, do you still have it in you to take another turn? If it's between dancing with a stranger or a friend, I'd say the choice is obvious.
[ That, and the closeness required of a shared dance will allow him to properly check in on Urianger, to confirm that he isn't hiding any lingering injuries. ]