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Who: Sylvan Hemlock.
With: Doll and Cassandra.
Location: Evergold 2nd FL.
Feeling: Relaxed.
A wrinkled nose crossed Sylvan's expression at Cassandra's mention of sticking him in a vat of ice for a week. No thank you. While it wasn't something he'd mind, he was far too interested in remaining in the hot waters, so he sank a few inches into it - up to his chin in the water. It was relaxing... very soothing, and it helped release a tenseness that he didn't even know he was suffering from. "
Blegh. No thank you, I'm quite fine here... hot water, good company and pleasant conversation. Though again, you are welcome to join us if you wish. Surely a Sky Pirate isn't afraid to get her feet wet, no?" He teased, leaning his head to gaze upside-down at the woman with his golden eyes, smiling at her.
With Doll's explanation of why she was inquiring to curses, he smiled and turned his eyes to her, meeting and holding her gaze. "
If you say so. It does sound catchy, I'll give you that." He offered, sensing a smokescreen with her intentions. It was a very intricate smokescreen with plenty of false details, but he still had a niggling feeling at the back of his brain that it was a smokescreen. If it was, then maybe she'd open up to him earlier with a little coercing. That crack didn't sound healthy, though... "
Remind me to give you a massage later, you sound incredibly tense."
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