castel moreno ( witch ) . (blacksoul) wrote in light_of_may, |
Castel had spent the better part of his life finding satisfaction and amusement in the suffering or misery of others so to him tormenting the man with the coffees was nothing short of ordinary for him. To find someone else, however, who seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did, for whatever reason, was surprising and refreshing. He had thought it was only himself and Camilla -- along with her brother, of course -- who delighted in such things but evidently not. His gaze moved from the man Noctis was harassing to the woman who had requested it of him and he couldn't help but smile. This was the last thing he had expected of the day and to say he was pleased would have been an understatement.
"Thank you," he said, lifting his hand just a little in a dismissive gesture he managed to make look polite, "but it's not really to my taste." It wasn't that Castel didn't drink coffee, of course he did, but his expectations were high and his tastes ran towards the expensive and the elite. Establishments such as the one in which she worked -- if the apron was any indication, along with her displeasure at the other man's attitude towards the service he had received -- could never match up to what he expected.
Noctis, on the other hand, had no such qualms, and when he flew back over to take his perch carefully and gracefully on Castel's shoulder he ruffled his feathers just a little as he responded, "A muffin would be wonderful." Castel almost rolled his eyes but settled instead for lifting his brows a little. There was really no need for the woman to repay him but his familiar was keen to accept the offer, it seemed. Castel offered her a smile that was very faintly apologetic, but there was a humour there nevertheless.