Urianger's lips lift into a warm smile at Thancred's claim of delight β which is more than good enough for him.
"Then spar again we shall."
Like this, it's easy enough to forget the strange rise of awkwardness he'd felt when they danced together at the ball. It feels like how it should be β two friends enjoying one another's company while they chat about their various aches, pains, and travails β and the warmth that Urianger feels towards him is ... somehow less acute than that which he'd felt as they'd twirled around the dancefloor.
It's a curious thing, really, but not something he wishes to think about tonight lest he spoil the evening for both of them.
"Indeed β I have taken thee up on thine offer of exercise, have I not? And the herbal tea sounds most promising," he nods, making a mental note to chase up the young man 'Kell' in the foreseeable future. "Alcohol, on the other hand, is not something I wish to imbibe any more often than I already do β not least because it is more likely to ruin my evening than provide a decent night's sleep."
After all, Thancred has witnessed firsthand what happens when Urianger has too much to drink. It isn't exactly restful.
"And yet, I cannot help butβ"
Urianger looks at Thancred for a moment, his expression unreadable but for the assessing look in his eyes, before lowering his gaze back to his food with a vague frown.
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Urianger's lips lift into a warm smile at Thancred's claim of delight β which is more than good enough for him.
"Then spar again we shall."
Like this, it's easy enough to forget the strange rise of awkwardness he'd felt when they danced together at the ball. It feels like how it should be β two friends enjoying one another's company while they chat about their various aches, pains, and travails β and the warmth that Urianger feels towards him is ... somehow less acute than that which he'd felt as they'd twirled around the dancefloor.
It's a curious thing, really, but not something he wishes to think about tonight lest he spoil the evening for both of them.
"Indeed β I have taken thee up on thine offer of exercise, have I not? And the herbal tea sounds most promising," he nods, making a mental note to chase up the young man 'Kell' in the foreseeable future. "Alcohol, on the other hand, is not something I wish to imbibe any more often than I already do β not least because it is more likely to ruin my evening than provide a decent night's sleep."
After all, Thancred has witnessed firsthand what happens when Urianger has too much to drink. It isn't exactly restful.
"And yet, I cannot help butβ"
Urianger looks at Thancred for a moment, his expression unreadable but for the assessing look in his eyes, before lowering his gaze back to his food with a vague frown.
"... Ah. 'Tis no matter."