[He has to restrain himself. A peek at something like that, like spotting a soft underbelly that allows a direct path to a beautiful, bloody heart, is enough to get him excited. He saw the curve of that tattoo, splendid against her unmarred skin, and its enough to make his hand twitch, as if his claws are too desperate to trace along it, dig in, dive into ribcage, and-]
[No, no. He must be good. He can be patient. A predator can bide its time. He settles back into his pleasant little smile as she states her order. He could care less if its noodles or soup or simple sandwiches. He has everything he has right here, right now.]
Mmhmm? [He remarks with a little noise, as if his attention has been caught by her request.] Bragging? Oh, perish the thought! I simply state what I am without pretense. Are you referring to my card here in this grand place? Hmm. Not sure. No symbol was seen. And if you are referring to my Class, why...
[Okay, he can't help himself - his hand drifts up to press the tip of his thumb to caress lightly, ever lightly, down the edge of her face.]
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[He has to restrain himself. A peek at something like that, like spotting a soft underbelly that allows a direct path to a beautiful, bloody heart, is enough to get him excited. He saw the curve of that tattoo, splendid against her unmarred skin, and its enough to make his hand twitch, as if his claws are too desperate to trace along it, dig in, dive into ribcage, and-]
[No, no. He must be good. He can be patient. A predator can bide its time. He settles back into his pleasant little smile as she states her order. He could care less if its noodles or soup or simple sandwiches. He has everything he has right here, right now.]
Mmhmm? [He remarks with a little noise, as if his attention has been caught by her request.] Bragging? Oh, perish the thought! I simply state what I am without pretense. Are you referring to my card here in this grand place? Hmm. Not sure. No symbol was seen. And if you are referring to my Class, why...
[Okay, he can't help himself - his hand drifts up to press the tip of his thumb to caress lightly, ever lightly, down the edge of her face.]
I am but a simple Caster.