Re: Elevator to First Class
Her eyes were not lost on him, nor was her tone. He had invited it, welcomed it in fact. One thing he treasured in his fabric was his anonymity. In her arrogance, she didn't understand a thing about him. It amused him greatly. "Really then, where were you going? The baths perhaps, or the theater?" His smoky voice gave an air of confidence. His stride implied a lack of fear. Both were useful enough.
He moved a bit, taking her in. He was certain she could feel his gaze, radiating from beneath the hood. "Your dress is lovely. Too bad the armor obstructs the true beauty. A lady often doesn't look as lovely with a hardened edge." He was not concerned with her attacking him. He was the high warlock. he had magic surrounding him, running through him, his craft finely honed into a pure art. "I could offer you a drink, or leave you to another that might not be so cordial." Was he that though, was he really? He knew the silent questions that would surely run through her mind. He wasn't offering answers yet.