Re: The Aristocrat/The Carnie
His hands and lips may have been sticky sweet, but Leo was rather clean for once. His work was dirty work, outside in the elements. No snow for him, but sun and rain, mud and dusty dry hay on the ground to walk on. For this train ride he had bathed and wore whatever clothes he owned that were the least stained. Some dirt was too deeply embedded, it’d never wash out. Still, the napkin was taken up and absently swept across his mouth.
A laugh, green eyes glittering, no glasses needed to enhance their color. “Do I look in need of rescuin’?” The idea seemed to strike him as rather funny. It was easy to be confident when you had nothing to be taken from you.
“Mind my askin’ what from?” A tongue lashing? Indignant scoffing? The disapproving look of tutting ladies as they watched him be dragged away? Leo had no fear even without the count’s protection. Let them rant and lecture and threaten. What did he care? “I already had my cake... An’ I ate it too!”