[There's a flicker of a grin then, surprised and pleased that the first choice he'd reached for also happened to be one of Regis' favorites. He'd call him on trying to humor him but the bottle is low and there's enough wear around the cap that it's clearly been opened repeatedly.
It only takes a moment for him to pour two glasses, just a few fingers each.]
Here, let me.
[The bottle stays out on top of the cabinet, just in case they decide to have more than a single drink, and Nyx crosses back to the armchair Regis has settled himself into. One glass is handed over, a fine spiderweb of crystalline ice spiraling out from where his fingers had been, just enough to chill the glass.
It's the kind of casual careless use of the magic that Pelna is constantly on his case about. As is the flicker of flame that jumps to his fingers as soon as he's settled on the floor in front of Regis. His glass set aside, the fire skitters from his hand to the logs waiting in the grate a few short feet away.]
There we go, just relax.
[And this time he doesn't fight the smile, just shrugging as though he's expecting the concern and the scolding and has heard it a thousand times before. Instead he lays his hands over Regis', seeks out the buckle he was working on so the king can sit back and enjoy his drink and let Nyx deal with the mess of that brace.]
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It only takes a moment for him to pour two glasses, just a few fingers each.]
Here, let me.
[The bottle stays out on top of the cabinet, just in case they decide to have more than a single drink, and Nyx crosses back to the armchair Regis has settled himself into. One glass is handed over, a fine spiderweb of crystalline ice spiraling out from where his fingers had been, just enough to chill the glass.
It's the kind of casual careless use of the magic that Pelna is constantly on his case about. As is the flicker of flame that jumps to his fingers as soon as he's settled on the floor in front of Regis. His glass set aside, the fire skitters from his hand to the logs waiting in the grate a few short feet away.]
There we go, just relax.
[And this time he doesn't fight the smile, just shrugging as though he's expecting the concern and the scolding and has heard it a thousand times before. Instead he lays his hands over Regis', seeks out the buckle he was working on so the king can sit back and enjoy his drink and let Nyx deal with the mess of that brace.]