Skellig's expression shifts to one of interest, with a heavy layer of disbelief, his eyebrow lifting as he shifts his jaw.
"Young men are often fools who do not know of what they speak." He huffs, offended on her behalf that anyone would speak of her that way. (Not only is he offended in general at the view towards women, but he is more frustrated that someone would speak of her in that manner - his dragon - why does he feel such an attachment?)
And since she has given him permission to look upon her...he does so. Gratefully, and appreciative. He senses her heartbeat quicken under his gaze, and he feels a stir in his own chest, an aching hint of want that surprises him somewhat with how much it also brings him...a familiar comfort, among other thoughts.
With the hand that is holding his cup of beer, he motions at her form, smirking.
"They would be lucky to lay with a being such as yourself, even if the rumor happens to be truth...so long as perhaps, the effect occurs afterwards."
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"Young men are often fools who do not know of what they speak." He huffs, offended on her behalf that anyone would speak of her that way. (Not only is he offended in general at the view towards women, but he is more frustrated that someone would speak of her in that manner - his dragon - why does he feel such an attachment?)
And since she has given him permission to look upon her...he does so. Gratefully, and appreciative. He senses her heartbeat quicken under his gaze, and he feels a stir in his own chest, an aching hint of want that surprises him somewhat with how much it also brings him...a familiar comfort, among other thoughts.
With the hand that is holding his cup of beer, he motions at her form, smirking.
"They would be lucky to lay with a being such as yourself, even if the rumor happens to be truth...so long as perhaps, the effect occurs afterwards."