Re: The Aristocrat/The Carnie
When his handshake was not accepted Leo’s mouth quirked to the side, vaguely offended, but not surprised. The count was given an even look, the sparkle of the youth’s eyes slightly dimmed, but then he shrugged and smiled once again. He pulled his hand back, and below the table it was rubbed against his pant leg, just in case there was some unpleasantness there that the count may have seen that he was unaware of.
“Now that’s an interestin’ name.” One he was not confident in his ability to properly pronounce. “Haven’t heard the like before.” Distinguished individuals with such titles did not frequent the circus. Not unless their names and titles were made up and part of the show. “Most people calls me Leo.” The count was welcome to do the same.
A glance to the cart and said cakes. “Maybe so, but I got room for more.” A bottomless pit, as were all young men his age. He just burned through everything he ate.
The boy stood and stepped into the aisle. With a sweep of his arm, he took on the role of tour guide. “Then let us walk this a way, sir.” Not to the front and further into the high class cars, no. Toward the back, where maybe things were more likely to be interesting.