The Duskwight relaxes slightly as Vaughn covers for him, taking up his own cup as it's presented before him. He takes a sip in an attempt to cover his amusement at the clear distaste the Miqo'te across from him found in his beverage. The more he watched the man the more the other man resembled what he -felt-. Entirely out of place in this scenario. He envied the other man at his luxury of being able to show it. But if Jaques knew anything about nobles... it's that they were serpents. If he showed too much that he had no idea what he was doing he was afraid of the strike. It'd happened before in their unsuccessful solicitations with the nobles around Ul'dah.
He sets his own cup down, deciding to have a bit of mercy on the Miqo'te, "I think some cold water would be nice, actually." He adds quickly so that it wasn't -him- having to stay here, alone, with the two across from him. "I'll go get us some." He moves away towards the kitchen. That was almost tactful. Maybe.
He sets his own cup down, deciding to have a bit of mercy on the Miqo'te, "I think some cold water would be nice, actually." He adds quickly so that it wasn't -him- having to stay here, alone, with the two across from him. "I'll go get us some." He moves away towards the kitchen. That was almost tactful. Maybe.
