( Perhaps it was foolish of him, but Urianger had not expected their game to begin quite so immediately. Thancred takes his hand in his own, flashes him a look that immediately puts to bed any ideas of him being "hardly the roguish young charmer he once was" β a fine wine with a little age under its belt, perhaps, and all the more robust for it. His own mischievous expression slips ever so slightly as surprise brightens his eyesβ
Followed by the beginnings of a deep red flush that settles into the tips of his ears when his lips meet the back of his hand.
Twelve forfend, but perhaps this was a bad idea after all.
Still. It's too late for him to pretend his suggestion was all in jest β and besides, giving Thancred the satisfaction of such a quick win would likely lead to it being held over him for a good long while. Instead, Urianger swallows once before effecting his very best "haughty Sharlayan Forum member" impersonation, albeit one warmed by the champagne and the deep fondness he holds for his friend. )
Well, considering thou hast the look of a gentleman ...
( Urianger tilts his head as though considering the offer β as though his partner being suitably "gentlemanly" is really something he'd consider β before allowing his hand to relax into Thancred's with a nod. )
'Twould be my pleasure. Prithee lead the way, Master ... ?
( The red doesn't leave his ears β but then it didn't when Moenbryda would hug or hold or tease him either, however back then he had the good fortune of his upper body and face being ninety percent covered. Still, he seems committed to the bit, and before Thancred can respond he offers an easy follow-up: )
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( Perhaps it was foolish of him, but Urianger had not expected their game to begin quite so immediately. Thancred takes his hand in his own, flashes him a look that immediately puts to bed any ideas of him being "hardly the roguish young charmer he once was" β a fine wine with a little age under its belt, perhaps, and all the more robust for it. His own mischievous expression slips ever so slightly as surprise brightens his eyesβ
Followed by the beginnings of a deep red flush that settles into the tips of his ears when his lips meet the back of his hand.
Twelve forfend, but perhaps this was a bad idea after all.
Still. It's too late for him to pretend his suggestion was all in jest β and besides, giving Thancred the satisfaction of such a quick win would likely lead to it being held over him for a good long while. Instead, Urianger swallows once before effecting his very best "haughty Sharlayan Forum member" impersonation, albeit one warmed by the champagne and the deep fondness he holds for his friend. )
Well, considering thou hast the look of a gentleman ...
( Urianger tilts his head as though considering the offer β as though his partner being suitably "gentlemanly" is really something he'd consider β before allowing his hand to relax into Thancred's with a nod. )
'Twould be my pleasure. Prithee lead the way, Master ... ?
( The red doesn't leave his ears β but then it didn't when Moenbryda would hug or hold or tease him either, however back then he had the good fortune of his upper body and face being ninety percent covered. Still, he seems committed to the bit, and before Thancred can respond he offers an easy follow-up: )
Thou mayest call me Urianger.