[ She gives him an unimpressed and slightly withering look for the poor joke, sipping her drink without breaking eye contact. ]
Hilarious, really. No, I’ve never been terribly into any sports.
[ Well that’s not strictly true; she found wrestling and discus amusing when she was younger, and she’s always enjoyed watching sailing. But that was hardly recreational back then, and she’s not looking for more of his sea jokes. ]
But if you’ll recall, most sports weren’t really proper for a lady until recently. Nowadays it seems like every moron thinks he can impress you with court side seats. Hard to say what’s more annoying.
So you are older, it seems. If that’s recent. The question is how long you’ve been singing, isn’t it?
[ Clay smiles thoughtfully, and tried to place her. Based on that statement he puts her back at least a couple hundred years. ...He’s done much worse. He can take the sting of saltwater if it means not feeling ancient.
Another sip of champagne as he looks her over but breaks eye contact first to eye a passing plate of hors d'oeuvres. It stinks of raw fish and he flits back to Cadence. ]
No sports then. What do you like to do outside of... work?
[ She takes another sip as she pointedly refuses to answer implied question. ]
Long enough. And please, you have to have several hundred years under your belt as well. Some of those land deeds were older than the Mayflower.
[ She watches the tray pass by as well; she debated taking some since she’s no hunting this evening, but it’d basically be empty calories. ]
Like I have a wealth of free time; my clients’ antics tend to make long days for me. [ A pointed look. ] And I believe you’re already familiar with my other major time commitment.
[ He grins and moves closer to her by allowing a person with a walker to pass behind him. The assistive device has him actually moving again to give them room and he sighs. ]
My family may have been pilgrims; you don’t know.
[ At that moment he looks down and realizes how close he had gotten and clears his throat before he motions that he’s going toward a piece of art across the room, his free fingers grazing her wrist as he walks toward it. ]
I’m sure you make time for yourself. I imagine you are a fan of something when you are between meals, work, and sleep. [ Sirens sleep, right? Why didn’t that come up in his research? ]
People manage much shorter lives than us. It’s actually impressive, honestly.
[ He's still digging it seems, trying to get a nugget or two of her backstory, or at least interpersonal information she's not willing to concede. Preferring not to lose out on his behaving by throwing him a defensive verbal barb, she elects instead to go with her other default distracting tactic. ]
Yes, I do enjoy some other recreational activities...
[ She slides one hand underneath his jacket to press against his chest, quirking one eyebrow with a knowing look. Her other hand rests again on his neck, runs a line back and worth where spine meets skull. ]
Are you set on sticking around to win that vase, or...?
when u see a typo in the last post and now its fate is sealed
[ Clay knows it’s evasive. He’s very aware, in the back of his mind. However, he's also is a strong martini and three glasses of champagne deep with not much else on his fire-filled stomach. Even without the alcohol, it usually doesn’t take much to get Clyteus to bend to carnal desire.
There’s a dramatic sort of stall as he looks toward the vase with consideration. A small sigh of defeat. ]
I think I’ll survive without it. I believe there must be a hotel nearby with vacancy, if you want to accompany me?
[ A smile that shivers at her touch just a bit. He looks down and meets her eyes and feels the need to make sure she agrees, despite his immunity to her charms. ] ...All part of your compensated responsibilities tonight, of course.
[ The double pat she gives his lapel is only slightly condescending. ]
Good man. [ Man. Lizard. Whatever. ] That sounds great; I'm partial to The St. Regis or Lowell myself.
[ She's trying to make out what exactly that look is for, why he seems so intent; however, uncomfortable with examining it too thoroughly, she labels it as a softer variation on his already self-imposed infatuation with her. He'll learn, as they all do...it's simply a matter of how much she has to double down on that lesson.
In the meantime though, why not have a little fun? As a treat. ]
[ Clay smiles then, and it’s lustful but with the implication of something softer. His expression, while desirous, is deeper rooted than that usual smiles he gives to women, something fairly new but he can’t presently see it to be disturbed by it. At current, he is a bit too intoxicated by her aura and the alcohol to consider it, but were he able to rewind and observe it later, he would... perhaps feel a bit discomfit. ]
Hmmm. I believe I have an outstanding favor waiting to be exploited at the St. Regis, as a matter of fact.
[ He leans in then, holding her face and kissing the other side of her jaw with a low hum. ] I’ll make a call and then summon my driver?
[ Now, Cadence couldn't give two shits whether or not Clay actually does have an outstanding favor; that was ultimately just the ends justifying their means.
But the obedience to her whims? Definite turn-on.
Cadence turns to bare her cheek for his kiss, exposing her neck for easy access and closing her eyes for a moment as he travels southward. For any other woman, it would've been a submission, a surrender to that pleasure.
With Cadence? Always hard to tell if the viper was lulled or simply lulling you. ]
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Hilarious, really. No, I’ve never been terribly into any sports.
[ Well that’s not strictly true; she found wrestling and discus amusing when she was younger, and she’s always enjoyed watching sailing. But that was hardly recreational back then, and she’s not looking for more of his sea jokes. ]
But if you’ll recall, most sports weren’t really proper for a lady until recently. Nowadays it seems like every moron thinks he can impress you with court side seats. Hard to say what’s more annoying.
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[ Clay smiles thoughtfully, and tried to place her. Based on that statement he puts her back at least a couple hundred years. ...He’s done much worse. He can take the sting of saltwater if it means not feeling ancient.
Another sip of champagne as he looks her over but breaks eye contact first to eye a passing plate of hors d'oeuvres. It stinks of raw fish and he flits back to Cadence. ]
No sports then. What do you like to do outside of... work?
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Long enough. And please, you have to have several hundred years under your belt as well. Some of those land deeds were older than the Mayflower.
[ She watches the tray pass by as well; she debated taking some since she’s no hunting this evening, but it’d basically be empty calories. ]
Like I have a wealth of free time; my clients’ antics tend to make long days for me. [ A pointed look. ] And I believe you’re already familiar with my other major time commitment.
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My family may have been pilgrims; you don’t know.
[ At that moment he looks down and realizes how close he had gotten and clears his throat before he motions that he’s going toward a piece of art across the room, his free fingers grazing her wrist as he walks toward it. ]
I’m sure you make time for yourself. I imagine you are a fan of something when you are between meals, work, and sleep. [ Sirens sleep, right? Why didn’t that come up in his research? ]
People manage much shorter lives than us. It’s actually impressive, honestly.
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Yes, I do enjoy some other recreational activities...
[ She slides one hand underneath his jacket to press against his chest, quirking one eyebrow with a knowing look. Her other hand rests again on his neck, runs a line back and worth where spine meets skull. ]
Are you set on sticking around to win that vase, or...?
when u see a typo in the last post and now its fate is sealed
There’s a dramatic sort of stall as he looks toward the vase with consideration. A small sigh of defeat. ]
I think I’ll survive without it. I believe there must be a hotel nearby with vacancy, if you want to accompany me?
[ A smile that shivers at her touch just a bit. He looks down and meets her eyes and feels the need to make sure she agrees, despite his immunity to her charms. ] ...All part of your compensated responsibilities tonight, of course.
no!! that's the thing i'm sensitive about!!
Good man. [ Man. Lizard. Whatever. ] That sounds great; I'm partial to The St. Regis or Lowell myself.
[ She's trying to make out what exactly that look is for, why he seems so intent; however, uncomfortable with examining it too thoroughly, she labels it as a softer variation on his already self-imposed infatuation with her. He'll learn, as they all do...it's simply a matter of how much she has to double down on that lesson.
In the meantime though, why not have a little fun? As a treat. ]
i didn’t know you were so sensitive!!
Hmmm. I believe I have an outstanding favor waiting to be exploited at the St. Regis, as a matter of fact.
[ He leans in then, holding her face and kissing the other side of her jaw with a low hum. ] I’ll make a call and then summon my driver?
jokes on you: i'm always sensitive
[ Now, Cadence couldn't give two shits whether or not Clay actually does have an outstanding favor; that was ultimately just the ends justifying their means.
But the obedience to her whims? Definite turn-on.
Cadence turns to bare her cheek for his kiss, exposing her neck for easy access and closing her eyes for a moment as he travels southward. For any other woman, it would've been a submission, a surrender to that pleasure.
With Cadence? Always hard to tell if the viper was lulled or simply lulling you. ]
Sounds like a plan.