G'raha had only given his script a cursory glance over while having his hair removed from its usual plait, but this isn't his first time on a set since the unusal, bird-headed beings arrived earlier on. Scripts, while guidelines for some, aren't all that necessary... as long as some form of sex ends up happening, then everyone seems to be happy.
That's what the House desires, after all. There's much and more of the mystery to uncover, but it will have to wait.
For now, the mage will play his part-- perhaps not with the correct lines, but with the correct feeling, for certain.
He's quite for a moment as he looks the grey-skinned being over, the warmth pouring off of him a welcome distraction from the trappings of his own attire, the way he feels just a few shivers away from catching a cold. He's a Seeker of the Sun by blood, and thus has always done much better with heat than cold. He leans a touch closer, and shifts just enough to push his hair behind his shoulders.
"No reason for it! G'raha Tia, at your service," he offers with as much of a bow as he can manage while seated, and his ears wiggle happily at his introduction.
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That's what the House desires, after all. There's much and more of the mystery to uncover, but it will have to wait.
For now, the mage will play his part-- perhaps not with the correct lines, but with the correct feeling, for certain.
He's quite for a moment as he looks the grey-skinned being over, the warmth pouring off of him a welcome distraction from the trappings of his own attire, the way he feels just a few shivers away from catching a cold. He's a Seeker of the Sun by blood, and thus has always done much better with heat than cold. He leans a touch closer, and shifts just enough to push his hair behind his shoulders.
"No reason for it! G'raha Tia, at your service," he offers with as much of a bow as he can manage while seated, and his ears wiggle happily at his introduction.