Darius/Seloria/Open
"My arm is doing much better," she said turning to show off the exposed piece of skin that should've had a ghastly scar running along it. "Now I can perform with piece of mind." Despite his attempts to wave off her gratitude, which she was sure done many-a-times from people expressing their thanks, it didn't bother her. She felt it should be given for a job well done, whenever it was done well. He had been impeccable, gracious, and he was just so handsome. He hadn't complained about having to come over to the estate to see her or request that she went down to see him.
His nod to the chair was answered by Seloria placing herself in it. "I would love to, Mr. Delacreaux." She could have waited for him to pull out the chair, but she hadn't. She'd grown accustomed to doing things for herself when surrounded by non-nobles. It had just become a habit. Once his drink was delivered, she ordered the same. It was nice to see that it was wine. "How have you been?" While it might have seemed like a small talk question, she looked genuinely interested in his well-being. Considering all the attacks, his services must have been in quite high demand.