Re: log: jude/louis
Guilty of open flirtation with all persons who looked as if they might take to it (begging pardons for the deeply religious - Jude held his tongue around these and all other categories of individual to whom a little light flirtation might be anathema) but situational opportunity presenting itself, and Jude wasn't that liberal with courtesy. Even on a good day.
"Ah, but the only painter I know who'd stand me talking all the way through is my brother, and I'd rather not. He's a wonder, but he'd take hours over just the one sitting, and I like to eat, drink and sleep thank you."
He didn't ask, about rescuers and definitions therein and thereof, because of that shuffle-shuffle closer to the desk of waiting would-be purchaser. But Jude smiled regular sunshine back in exchange and dug free hand into pocket.
"I'm always good for my invitations. If you can bear a ride to the Capital in something a little more rusty than luxury. And I'll be right. Cross-heart promise." Another grin, a swing on heel and out the door with a nod to the regular with the lure, and the empty coffee cup taken with him.