He is not given to noticing little pauses, to picking up on implied meanings, or bothering to acknowledge them on the rare occasion when he does. But this one? This one he notices, like grasping hot metal.
It's the color, he decides in that moment. This is what happens to everyone. You see a person, and suddenly you're mad with little distractions -- midnight dark hair, impossibly blue eyes, and slender shoulders that belie what must surely be a strong form.
What an absolute waste of time. Estinien takes a drink, hoping the ale will cool some of the heat building under his skin. It does not. So in the next second, he resolves to solve this insistent feeling by satisfying it.
...After a bit of fun.
Estinien's faint smirk pulls into a grin, "And if you can best me there, perhaps elsewhere, as well."
making it worse
He is not given to noticing little pauses, to picking up on implied meanings, or bothering to acknowledge them on the rare occasion when he does. But this one? This one he notices, like grasping hot metal.
It's the color, he decides in that moment. This is what happens to everyone. You see a person, and suddenly you're mad with little distractions -- midnight dark hair, impossibly blue eyes, and slender shoulders that belie what must surely be a strong form.
What an absolute waste of time. Estinien takes a drink, hoping the ale will cool some of the heat building under his skin. It does not. So in the next second, he resolves to solve this insistent feeling by satisfying it.
...After a bit of fun.
Estinien's faint smirk pulls into a grin, "And if you can best me there, perhaps elsewhere, as well."