[ In some twisted consequence of the past few months, Clay reads into her simplistic statements as a form of approval. The obvious opposite would be, naturally voiced, her disdain. He's equally sure that silence would be her version of being equivocal- nothing she says towards the dragon goes without some sort of meaning. If she speaks, every word has intent, and he would bet his scaly neck on that.
He smiles and snaps back from the nagging feeling trepidation that was making him nervous about the rest of the night after that drive. Ignoring the small thrill that creeps up his arm under the suit, he seats himself next to her. The glass lifts to chin height in a toast, and gives Clay directs his usual cockeyed smile at Cadence. A smile that reaches both of his eyes was reserved for polite business and, perhaps, some unforeseen peak of joy. ]
To a good show. [ He takes a drink again, bringing his glass to halfway. ]
definitely *~*~
He smiles and snaps back from the nagging feeling trepidation that was making him nervous about the rest of the night after that drive. Ignoring the small thrill that creeps up his arm under the suit, he seats himself next to her. The glass lifts to chin height in a toast, and gives Clay directs his usual cockeyed smile at Cadence. A smile that reaches both of his eyes was reserved for polite business and, perhaps, some unforeseen peak of joy. ]
To a good show. [ He takes a drink again, bringing his glass to halfway. ]
Have you seen this?