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09.Jun.13, 07:33 PM
Warkhim licked his lips as she sipped from his glass, delighted to watch her mouth wrap around the rim. She looked positively radiant as she drank, eyes closed with pleasure, taking a small swallow of wine. Unlike the other drudges and less savory women Warkhim frequented, she didn't gulp down half a bottle in one swig, much to his approval. Abruptly, Kira returned his glass, assuming he could find a drinking companion at the Archives (as if he wanted one in the first place.) The girl obviously didn't know the old codgers working the Stacks, but they ranged from ancient to positively decrepit. It was a wonder they hadn't collapsed into piles of dust and crankiness yet. If nothing else could be said about them, it was rather convenient that they were all nearly deaf and blind, leaving Warkhim his independence at work.
As Kira untied her hair, brown locks flowing down her back, Warkhim raised an eyebrow lasciviously. Was this the same girl who claimed to be engaged only moments earlier? Was she offering herself or her friends? His smile widened, Or both?
A sudden wave of suspicion hit Warkhim. This Kira, while a stuttering, uneducated kitchen drudge, was clearly more intelligent than most of her peers, and certainly more attractive. She didn't strike him as the type to throw herself at a man, even one as tempting as Warkhim, and he began to question her motives. If she wanted to fuck, we'd have left by now. If she wanted to run, she'd have gone. His eyes momentarily narrowed. She wants a husband, and I'm obviously more irresistible than her Talon (or Halon?), the lowly healer-boy. The tall Archivist leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms knowingly. It was never difficult to reason out the agendas of the lowborn. They were inherently less skilled when it came to playing political power-climbing games. You can be my whore on the side, Kira, but I've no desire to wed you, he thought, amused.
"Ah, no, that's quite all right. You're excellent company, as long as your fiancee doesn't mind you spending time alone with me," said Warkhim as smoothly as he could manage. He fought the urge to snort derisively. "I'd hate to give him the wrong impression, you know. Some men are a bit old-fashioned when it comes to their women, and dislike when they have male friends." He looked down his large nose at her, curious to see how she'd handle his implications about her future husband.
Perhaps later in the sevenday he could make an excuse to find her lover and properly size the man up. If Kira remained the viable prospect Warkhim currently considered her, he would need to be able to contend with her betrothed. No well-to-do Telgarian would take a mistress with that much baggage, especially one as simple as a drudge. Still, he wasn't entirely clear on her intentions. It was possible the girl accidentally flirted, however unlikely, and he was mistaking her friendliness for interest. No, thought Warkhim, taking another sip of the savory vintage, She wants me. He would have to tread carefully around this one.
He fished around for more reactions, trying to gauge her attitude toward typical Telgarian sex scandals. "Why, only the other day, one of Lord Derrigan's nephews got himself into quite a tizzy with a young lady," he murmured offhandedly. "It was all very tasteless. She was already wedded, you see, and now the parentage of the child she carries is in question."
As Kira untied her hair, brown locks flowing down her back, Warkhim raised an eyebrow lasciviously. Was this the same girl who claimed to be engaged only moments earlier? Was she offering herself or her friends? His smile widened, Or both?
A sudden wave of suspicion hit Warkhim. This Kira, while a stuttering, uneducated kitchen drudge, was clearly more intelligent than most of her peers, and certainly more attractive. She didn't strike him as the type to throw herself at a man, even one as tempting as Warkhim, and he began to question her motives. If she wanted to fuck, we'd have left by now. If she wanted to run, she'd have gone. His eyes momentarily narrowed. She wants a husband, and I'm obviously more irresistible than her Talon (or Halon?), the lowly healer-boy. The tall Archivist leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms knowingly. It was never difficult to reason out the agendas of the lowborn. They were inherently less skilled when it came to playing political power-climbing games. You can be my whore on the side, Kira, but I've no desire to wed you, he thought, amused.
"Ah, no, that's quite all right. You're excellent company, as long as your fiancee doesn't mind you spending time alone with me," said Warkhim as smoothly as he could manage. He fought the urge to snort derisively. "I'd hate to give him the wrong impression, you know. Some men are a bit old-fashioned when it comes to their women, and dislike when they have male friends." He looked down his large nose at her, curious to see how she'd handle his implications about her future husband.
Perhaps later in the sevenday he could make an excuse to find her lover and properly size the man up. If Kira remained the viable prospect Warkhim currently considered her, he would need to be able to contend with her betrothed. No well-to-do Telgarian would take a mistress with that much baggage, especially one as simple as a drudge. Still, he wasn't entirely clear on her intentions. It was possible the girl accidentally flirted, however unlikely, and he was mistaking her friendliness for interest. No, thought Warkhim, taking another sip of the savory vintage, She wants me. He would have to tread carefully around this one.
He fished around for more reactions, trying to gauge her attitude toward typical Telgarian sex scandals. "Why, only the other day, one of Lord Derrigan's nephews got himself into quite a tizzy with a young lady," he murmured offhandedly. "It was all very tasteless. She was already wedded, you see, and now the parentage of the child she carries is in question."
