"I look the same as I always have." A small smirk had quirked momentarily in the corner of his lip before disappearing as if it had never been.
The stacks of trunks created a short alley that dead ended at the back of another tent. The most private place would have been his trailer, but that was far more private than his current intentions. No matter her current wear being made of shadows or not.
"While festivities are... Typical. I wish the focus be on what needs to be done for the cirque rather than random naked events in the woods and giving demons ideas about brothels as if we were a city rather than a circus." Kennet's tone kept to his habitual indomitable ways with the air of annoyance that followed such conversations.