[ Yes, Thancred is doing that obnoxious thing where he's behaving as if he's so much older than Urianger, despite there in truth only being a few years between them in age. Then again, it's more years than it should be due to how time had worn on them so strangely in Norvrandt.
He isn't expecting Urianger's sudden suggestion, however. Perhaps those pixies did have some influence on him. That, or he's already had some alcohol tonight, prior to his current glass of champagne.
However, he isn't slurring or stumbling just yet, so it might be the former. Intriguing. ]
Is that so? I suspect you might be disappointed. I'm hardly the roguish young charmer I once was. Still, I suppose I could give it a shot for old time's sake.
[ He clears his throat, takes a long sip from his glass, and then sets it aside, stepping forward to claim Urianger's hand. He sends him a hooded look, smirks rakishly, and then tilts his head up with a flash of his eyes. Before thinking too hard on it, he bends down to plant a kiss on the back of Urianger's hand, wondering just how easy it might be to fluster him.
Be careful what you wish for, friend. ]
Good sir, I saw you from across the way and couldn't help but ask — may I have this dance?
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[ Yes, Thancred is doing that obnoxious thing where he's behaving as if he's so much older than Urianger, despite there in truth only being a few years between them in age. Then again, it's more years than it should be due to how time had worn on them so strangely in Norvrandt.
He isn't expecting Urianger's sudden suggestion, however. Perhaps those pixies did have some influence on him. That, or he's already had some alcohol tonight, prior to his current glass of champagne.
However, he isn't slurring or stumbling just yet, so it might be the former. Intriguing. ]
Is that so? I suspect you might be disappointed. I'm hardly the roguish young charmer I once was. Still, I suppose I could give it a shot for old time's sake.
[ He clears his throat, takes a long sip from his glass, and then sets it aside, stepping forward to claim Urianger's hand. He sends him a hooded look, smirks rakishly, and then tilts his head up with a flash of his eyes. Before thinking too hard on it, he bends down to plant a kiss on the back of Urianger's hand, wondering just how easy it might be to fluster him.
Be careful what you wish for, friend. ]
Good sir, I saw you from across the way and couldn't help but ask — may I have this dance?