A small bow, he motioned to the club room, smiling for a moment as the moth fluttered around him. Reaching out, their was a brief moment one landed on his hand before flying off. A cold ghost, (colder than most anyway), was not always helpful to insects. And Yin. Very much not helpful to Yin. The ones that remained on him however simply got a small smile. "I don't mind them. I have a minipet that has deemed me a suitable perch time to time and I've no say in the matter. These little ones are much lighter, and much less demanding than my pixie deava."
Who still was prone to trying to hog his bed and pillows. Some minis really couldn't be trained.
Sitting down, he motioned to the empty seat across from him, ear flicking as a curious moth landed next to it. "I have a brew of lemon peel and rooibos that I can't quite down on my own, and I'd rather not have it go to waste. My own fault for not calculating how large the brew would be but-" he set out a cup for her, "-sometimes the eyes lie for our stomach. Oh, Pardon I have been exceptionally rude." He stood, shaking his head, hand held out. "Frost in the Storm. My mind is rather one track when I am thirsty I suppose."
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