23.Jul.18, 10:20 AM
“You’re awfully confident in your assumptions,” N’mor said, more than a little amused as he shook his head at Mylorah. He wasn’t upset, and he honestly hadn’t been trying to hide his relationship with Z’rin, but since it appeared to be some dramatic secret, he was rather amused by it all. Of course, it wasn’t like they’d gone around fucking in public, so N’mor supposed he could forgive his friends and acquaintances for being out of the loop. It was just so strange that everyone seemed so oblivious to it all! Was everyone really that dense? Or were they just so wrapped up in their own lives that they didn’t notice what was going on in the lives of people around them?
Was he guilty of that, too?
N’mor smiled mysteriously, hiding at least half of the expression behind his wineglass, and lifted his eyebrows at Mylorah. “What would you like to know?” He asked, amused. Of course, he wasn’t going to just spill his entire life onto the table for her to paw through, and he certainly wouldn’t answer all her questions – but knowing exactly what she wanted to know would tell him how much (or how little, honestly) he was going to be able to get away with telling her. That seemed like a pretty good exchange to N’mor! Besides, he was really enjoying their current game, and he was kind of loathe for it to end so easily and give her the win.
He did take a moment to shrug, though, and give Mylorah a slightly bemused look. “It’s not a secret,” he said mildly, eyebrows furrowed just slightly. Why did everyone seem to think it was a secret, though? Like his dad? Really! He was pretty sure it was because he was a bronzerider, though. People had such misconceptions. Why would his dragon care who he fucked?Oh, I care, the dragon put in, making N’mor snort with amusement. Just not about that.
Was he guilty of that, too?
N’mor smiled mysteriously, hiding at least half of the expression behind his wineglass, and lifted his eyebrows at Mylorah. “What would you like to know?” He asked, amused. Of course, he wasn’t going to just spill his entire life onto the table for her to paw through, and he certainly wouldn’t answer all her questions – but knowing exactly what she wanted to know would tell him how much (or how little, honestly) he was going to be able to get away with telling her. That seemed like a pretty good exchange to N’mor! Besides, he was really enjoying their current game, and he was kind of loathe for it to end so easily and give her the win.
He did take a moment to shrug, though, and give Mylorah a slightly bemused look. “It’s not a secret,” he said mildly, eyebrows furrowed just slightly. Why did everyone seem to think it was a secret, though? Like his dad? Really! He was pretty sure it was because he was a bronzerider, though. People had such misconceptions. Why would his dragon care who he fucked?