[ Clay's lips curl into a silent snarl at the look he gives to his date's chest, but the lucky bastard gets away. Lucky more, perhaps, that he got away from Cadence rather than facing Clyteus, but regardless he is lucky.
Before he can act any further on that particular impulse, he's drawn to Cadence's less-than-happy stare by her address. His nostrils flare and he doesn't let go of her waist, but rather just looks still-annoyed, but then taken aback. The hand loosens instinctively with a flicker of self-preservation. ]
i'll find a fresh notebook.
Before he can act any further on that particular impulse, he's drawn to Cadence's less-than-happy stare by her address. His nostrils flare and he doesn't let go of her waist, but rather just looks still-annoyed, but then taken aback. The hand loosens instinctively with a flicker of self-preservation. ]
What?