The bard smiled wider at her words, she was such a charmer. That laugh, that gaze, that grin. Ahhh, how he missed it all so much! But the days of sleeping with the help was behind him. He had no need for the ladies who sold their bodies for coin. Information was how he survived. Information and favors....
When she finished her speech and stood in front of him, he would slowly and carefully remove his hands from his back to seem as non-threatening as possible. If allowed he would place his right hand lightly under her chin almost caressing it. The smile would remain on his face but the playfulness was gone from his voice. A more business like tone.
"Dear sweet Grace...I have no need for you to -set- me up. Nor do I need the coin if you were to offer such things. I'd gladly infiltrate this rival business for you and bring down rains of fire on all who would seek to harm you and those lovely ladies under your care. The only thing I ask in return is a favor of my liking...whenever I ask for it. A small price for something so great no? After all...information is key in this truly -lonely- place we live in, no?"
If allowed to place his hand from before, he'd gently remove it running the tips of his fingers away from her chin in an attempt to give her chills.
When she finished her speech and stood in front of him, he would slowly and carefully remove his hands from his back to seem as non-threatening as possible. If allowed he would place his right hand lightly under her chin almost caressing it. The smile would remain on his face but the playfulness was gone from his voice. A more business like tone.
"Dear sweet Grace...I have no need for you to -set- me up. Nor do I need the coin if you were to offer such things. I'd gladly infiltrate this rival business for you and bring down rains of fire on all who would seek to harm you and those lovely ladies under your care. The only thing I ask in return is a favor of my liking...whenever I ask for it. A small price for something so great no? After all...information is key in this truly -lonely- place we live in, no?"
If allowed to place his hand from before, he'd gently remove it running the tips of his fingers away from her chin in an attempt to give her chills.
FFXIV Characters:
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
Jorund Ironheart- Balmung
Naoh'a Mujuuk - Balmung
Arismont - Balmung
(Pyralis Cevas - deceased)
