Re: Quicklog: Sasha & Daniel - Masquerade
[It was a good accent. Some of those here had formal training in that area, and perhaps even he would not notice, but the vampire's was a brew, primarily British with flashy hints of antique French vowels and bizarre Italian emphases. He turns one chin blatantly to run his nose through the air in parallel with her neck, an easy thing as he is not especially tall, and her arm tucked into his keeps them close. She smelled slightly of fresh female and burnt gunpowder, and he (peculiarly enough) of red wine and cold wool.
Obviously not imagining a woman to lead, he makes an obvious check on his step to let her pick the path, and he is too preoccupied with that to have any clue what she is talking about. The word "kine" and prattle of politics goes right over his head. It's obvious he's not even listening. He tunes in when she speaks of him.
Amusement is solid in the long dark of his eyes.] I would not refuse a lady. [Again leaning down his head and inhaling as if she were a very fragrant flower.] I do like games.