[Yes, there's always that niggling sense that something terrible will happen last-minute, something that will turn this gala from a night of festivities to a night of severe stress. He's sure that's why Thancred is still present, too. But in that vein, Stephen feels more comfortable around him, knowing that there is someone reliable nearby to aid him if shit does hit the proverbial fan.
For now, though? Just a night coming to a slow, lazy close. He much prefers that.
Stephen doesn't quite preen at the compliment, but he does grin a little wider. He does like to dress up sometimes, even if it had nearly slipped his mind prior for how long he was spending in the University. It's nice, occasionally, to cut a "fine figure", as Thancred puts it, and the compliment makes him feel unexpectedly, gregariously warm.]
Oh. Flatterer. I could say the same for you.
[You bet Thancred wears that outfit well. Stephen would have to be blind not to notice, and this is a guy with three eyes, instead.]
And I haven't forgotten. But it'd be a wasted night if I didn't get to catch you even for a few minutes at the party itself. Where's the fun in that?
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For now, though? Just a night coming to a slow, lazy close. He much prefers that.
Stephen doesn't quite preen at the compliment, but he does grin a little wider. He does like to dress up sometimes, even if it had nearly slipped his mind prior for how long he was spending in the University. It's nice, occasionally, to cut a "fine figure", as Thancred puts it, and the compliment makes him feel unexpectedly, gregariously warm.]
Oh. Flatterer. I could say the same for you.
[You bet Thancred wears that outfit well. Stephen would have to be blind not to notice, and this is a guy with three eyes, instead.]
And I haven't forgotten. But it'd be a wasted night if I didn't get to catch you even for a few minutes at the party itself. Where's the fun in that?