Val had already been within the Coffin, bi-colored eyes of blue and gold watching the entire event unfold. The way the Seeker handled the man brought a wry grin to his lips. When the reappeared through the swinging doors, he wasted absolutely no time in trailing his gaze over her figure, nor did he try to hide it. After all, unlike his brethren that she'd so easily forced to vacate the room, he was more than confident in his capabilities to defend himself.
He turned from her, elbows of his leather armor resting along the bar while his fingers drummed over its hard surface. His sandy blonde-haired tail swished back and forth behind in a lazy fashion, a maneuver that seemed to punctuate his rather relaxed, bored state.Â
"Y'know," Val began after the woman turned to peer at the other occupants of the room, "If y'don' go lookin' f'trouble, y'likely wouldn't have t'kick some random guy's ass out. Just sayin', cupcake."
The tender finally returned with his drink and Val paused in his greeting to take a quick sip of the beverage. "Though I s'pose th'guy ain' worth anythin' if y'can take 'em out so easily. S'prolly a lowly Tia or somethin'."
The only time he ever cared to glance at the woman again was to look at her out of the corner of the right, scar-crossed eye to gauge her reaction. He wasn't too fond of being blindsided.
He turned from her, elbows of his leather armor resting along the bar while his fingers drummed over its hard surface. His sandy blonde-haired tail swished back and forth behind in a lazy fashion, a maneuver that seemed to punctuate his rather relaxed, bored state.Â
"Y'know," Val began after the woman turned to peer at the other occupants of the room, "If y'don' go lookin' f'trouble, y'likely wouldn't have t'kick some random guy's ass out. Just sayin', cupcake."
The tender finally returned with his drink and Val paused in his greeting to take a quick sip of the beverage. "Though I s'pose th'guy ain' worth anythin' if y'can take 'em out so easily. S'prolly a lowly Tia or somethin'."
The only time he ever cared to glance at the woman again was to look at her out of the corner of the right, scar-crossed eye to gauge her reaction. He wasn't too fond of being blindsided.