Oh, most certainly. How could I not know when I have such a perfect example of that here at my side?
[The amusement that brightens Regis' pale green eyes really should warn Nyx that he's not getting off that easily. Especially in the light of that second blush.]
That said, I'm sure you're just as aware that embarrassment is far from the only reason people blush. I have options.
[Regis gives Nyx a knowing smile and then steps away so that he can unlock and push open the door to his suite. He motions for the Glaive to enter the room before him and then follows, lingering near the door long enough to hear the lock catch. It's a habit born of necessity; one he doesn't even consciously realize he's doing any longer.]
There are several bottles in the liquor cabinet I suspect you will find quite to your liking. Why don't you pick one while I shed a few more layers? [Without waiting for an answer, Regis makes his way over to the ornate dresser that sits along one wall. He leans his cane against the edge, and then reaches up and carefully removes his crown from where is rests against his temple, settling it with great care into a velvet lined box. The weight of the Crown never completely leaves him, but for the moment it lessens just enough to let him rest. That rest isn't something Regis is guaranteed anymore--hasn't been for some time--and when the opportunity comes, he can't let it pass him by.
Hopefully, Nyx really is as eager to know the man behind the Crown as he believes himself to be.]
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[The amusement that brightens Regis' pale green eyes really should warn Nyx that he's not getting off that easily. Especially in the light of that second blush.]
That said, I'm sure you're just as aware that embarrassment is far from the only reason people blush. I have options.
[Regis gives Nyx a knowing smile and then steps away so that he can unlock and push open the door to his suite. He motions for the Glaive to enter the room before him and then follows, lingering near the door long enough to hear the lock catch. It's a habit born of necessity; one he doesn't even consciously realize he's doing any longer.]
There are several bottles in the liquor cabinet I suspect you will find quite to your liking. Why don't you pick one while I shed a few more layers?
[Without waiting for an answer, Regis makes his way over to the ornate dresser that sits along one wall. He leans his cane against the edge, and then reaches up and carefully removes his crown from where is rests against his temple, settling it with great care into a velvet lined box. The weight of the Crown never completely leaves him, but for the moment it lessens just enough to let him rest. That rest isn't something Regis is guaranteed anymore--hasn't been for some time--and when the opportunity comes, he can't let it pass him by.
Hopefully, Nyx really is as eager to know the man behind the Crown as he believes himself to be.]