Zeth Yaxley is your dark artifacts expert (wickedy) wrote in changedrpg,
Zeth shook his head in distaste. "You would think when someone has children," he looked up at her, "and I'm not calling you a child before you get all defensive on me." He laughed and then continued. "When someone has children who believe in the things he does, and have dedicated themselves to the same kinds of things he has," he made sure to keep his voice low. "That the father would take more of an effort to work with the two of you. But I guess that doesn't matter because I'll be taking you. I'm sure there are a few things you haven't been taken to do. Mine as well be me, right? I am your favorite cousin after all." He offered her a sly smile and then brought up his glass to his lips again and drained the contents.
He set the glass down right before the waitress came over to refill it. He let his eyes linger on her for a brief second but then turned his attention back to his present company. "I happen to like the corner. We have less risk of being overheard here and the gentlemen of the club can keep their eyes in their heads. I don't need them fawning stupidly over you. Last thing I want is to get meself landed in that bloody prison. Dementors give me the creeps." He winked at her. Her was pretty sure she wasn't going to like what he had said. No one dresses up that good to have a meeting with their cousin.
"Don't worry. The worst thing I'll do in a place like this is throw a few Cruciatus Curses around for ones deserving it." He laughed. "I'll be good, I promise. The quiet is fine, it makes it easier to talk. Besides, the scotch is great." He raised his glass and then took a nice long sip.