16.Apr.13, 01:06 AM
D’hys was an excellent actor as was evident in the way most of the weyr believed he was a decent guy but it was taking a lot of determination to keep up the act and seem friendly and kind as he stepped closer to R’ana. It certainly wasn’t the fact that she was a female since D’hys was a lover of both sexes and age was only a number to him as well if he wanted someone in his bed. The simple fact that she had been covered in firelizards was making him uncomfortable and he often had Plague sitting a foot away from him, staring for all she was worth, the filthy little green.
Reaching around R’ana, D’hys dipped his fingers into the cream she had been using and figured another kind gesture was in order to continue showing his good will and that he wasn’t afraid of the beasts. He rubbed both hands together at only the fingers where the cream was, spreading it over his digits in an effort to warm it up a bit as if it was massage oil. It was always more satisfying and relaxing when everything was warm instead of the shock of cool cream or hands over bare skin. The fact that R’ana was baring some skin while in a bathrobe was noticed but not remarked upon. Words were useful but actions could accomplish so much more. If he wanted to seduce her, D’hys was confident in his skills and believed he could have her bent over the counter easily by his touch alone. He refrained from trying that out; for now.
The cream was dabbed over the bite that he was intended to care for but D’hys couldn’t keep curiosity at bay any longer and dipped a little lower to trace one finger along a scar, leaving a trail of the ointment in its wake. No comment was given to accompany his action since R’ana would undoubtedly know what he was doing and why. She could share if she wanted to or not but D’hys would ask around for answers regardless. With the bite and scar tended to, D’hys lifted the edge of the robe to slide it back in place, fulfilling the role of the gentlemanly bluerider.