[Options. Yes, Nyx can think of a few ways he wouldn't mind getting a flush on those absolutely devastating cheekbones.
Liquor wasn't the first thing that came to mind but it was certainly on his list. He doesn't head straight for the cabinet, though. Possibly surprising to Regis, he too hesitates, hovers by the door for confirmation that it's secure. Less familiar with the space he even lays a hand on the door, pushing gently to make sure it is firmly latched.
And then flashing Regis a brief, sheepish smile.]
Galahdians are shameless and Glaives are paranoid, it's an odd mix on the best of days.
[He chuckles a little but it's more to break any awkwardness than actual humor. He'd meant it when he'd said he'd make sure nothing happened to Regis, that applied to more than just the balcony and if they're really going to completely relax the only way he can do that is to ensure the room is as secure as possible before he does something as reckless as drinking.
The liquor cabinet is also not the first place he goes. A cursory lap of the room, checking the windows and doing his best not to make it obvious what he's doing, looking at furniture and paintings in equal measure, whistling softly at the size of the room. Yes, yes look at the poor Galahdian, so impressed by Lucian grandeur. It's a role he's played so well for so long he doesn't even realize he's doing it at first and then, once he has, it'd be so very awkward and strange to stop.]
You have any preferences?
[Now that he's finally meandered his way over to the liquor cabinet. His first instinct is to reach for the darkest bottle in there. A richly spiced honey bourbon from...]
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Liquor wasn't the first thing that came to mind but it was certainly on his list. He doesn't head straight for the cabinet, though. Possibly surprising to Regis, he too hesitates, hovers by the door for confirmation that it's secure. Less familiar with the space he even lays a hand on the door, pushing gently to make sure it is firmly latched.
And then flashing Regis a brief, sheepish smile.]
Galahdians are shameless and Glaives are paranoid, it's an odd mix on the best of days.
[He chuckles a little but it's more to break any awkwardness than actual humor. He'd meant it when he'd said he'd make sure nothing happened to Regis, that applied to more than just the balcony and if they're really going to completely relax the only way he can do that is to ensure the room is as secure as possible before he does something as reckless as drinking.
The liquor cabinet is also not the first place he goes. A cursory lap of the room, checking the windows and doing his best not to make it obvious what he's doing, looking at furniture and paintings in equal measure, whistling softly at the size of the room. Yes, yes look at the poor Galahdian, so impressed by Lucian grandeur. It's a role he's played so well for so long he doesn't even realize he's doing it at first and then, once he has, it'd be so very awkward and strange to stop.]
You have any preferences?
[Now that he's finally meandered his way over to the liquor cabinet. His first instinct is to reach for the darkest bottle in there. A richly spiced honey bourbon from...]
Is this Tenebraen?