Re: [Clubbing: The Triplets]
"Unlikely." He didn't miss a beat in his reply, but said nothing more about it. If there were any two people he believed could have read things correctly about the situation, it was those who sat at his flanks. Instead he just settled his gaze back on the dancer and debated the question posed to him as the smell of smoke and perfumes littered the space under his nose.
It seemed only natural then to assess the question which for him was largely only answered in the moment. He saw things he wanted and he had them. Sometimes that was become someone, something showed an interest in him. Sometimes it was because his appetites could be selfish and apathetic. Sometimes even it had been because he was impressed, but that was rarest of all. The truth was though, if it was just handed to him? Even as a chew toy he'd hardly be bothered to give it a shake of interest. Indeed, not even the most raucous of squeaks could have pulled him back in at that point.
"The platter would be boring." His words were offered easily, a sip of the drink Lear had provided him sent to break up the thought. "I prefer the chase." Which was more talking about food than other desires. "Strength, endurance." Because presentation didn't mean much when it was all for show, he'd learned. "Perhaps if she were brawling instead of dancing." He added a more pointed comment about the topic at hand before he shifted his gaze to his Brother.
"And you?" He paused, applying an actual air of tease to his follow up words. "Do you actually have a preference or do you prefer the platter?"