Re: Main Dining Room
He was starting to think that he wasn’t just imagining it – the man in the top hat was projecting an air of tangible discomfort, or disinterest, or something else that he couldn’t quite grasp in the subtleties of conversation half-hidden behind masks. He felt a bit ridiculous, standing at the bar and hiding behind his scale armor and coy smiles that mostly couldn’t even be seen, trying to interpret hidden signals and figure out if the other half of his conversation wanted to be somewhere else.
He thought to himself, a bit absently and without any real sense of concern, that ordinarily he would find this kind of guessing game to be incredibly irritating. Tonight, though, it seemed more… frivolous. The head games were fun, but not necessary. Why flit around when he was filled up with the strange sort of lightness that urged to him to say the things he might ordinarily bite back?
“That’s it? No plans and a desire for free alcohol? That sounds… lonely,” he said with his usual frankness, though his head tilted a bit in something that might be thought to resemble sympathy in a normal person. “Aren’t there any friends to have dragged you along? You sounded informed on the subject when I said that’s why I came.”