"You've never seen hide nor hair of me, either, little mage." he pointed out around a second sip of coffee. "When you saw me just now, though, you recognized me. Means you know some of the lore."
Setting his coffee down, he watched her lick her fingers and wipe them clean--and it made him uncomfortable. Back in his day, it wasn't the kind of behavior that was even in the same solar system as 'decent,' for one thing...and it brought back memories he'd not let himself dwell on in a century or more. Things like watching Mama cook, and licking cake batter off her fingers after smudging it on Baby Zeke's nose...or watching Sissy Lawson, the silversmith's daughter, daintily sucking clean the spoon she'd used to stir her tea with a wicked gleam in cornflower blue eyes he never could look into without turning as red as his goddamn hair...
"Means you know some folks think I'm worse than the Devil." he continued, blinking a little and meeting her gaze again with something almost like a smile. "What makes you think I'm not?"
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Setting his coffee down, he watched her lick her fingers and wipe them clean--and it made him uncomfortable. Back in his day, it wasn't the kind of behavior that was even in the same solar system as 'decent,' for one thing...and it brought back memories he'd not let himself dwell on in a century or more. Things like watching Mama cook, and licking cake batter off her fingers after smudging it on Baby Zeke's nose...or watching Sissy Lawson, the silversmith's daughter, daintily sucking clean the spoon she'd used to stir her tea with a wicked gleam in cornflower blue eyes he never could look into without turning as red as his goddamn hair...
"Means you know some folks think I'm worse than the Devil." he continued, blinking a little and meeting her gaze again with something almost like a smile. "What makes you think I'm not?"