C'kayah laughed good naturedly. "My Hyur friend here is feeling doubly stung, I think. Once from the blows he took in the fight, and once", at this the Miqo'te traced the outline of a tall and curvy woman in the air, "by the one who administered them."
He grinned at Tobias, his teeth brilliantly white against the grey pigment on his face. "Though I have known people who would pay for such a privilege. Tell me, my friend, you didn't enjoy it just a little bit?"
M'riss glared sharply at him again, "If you can't say anything constructive, just shut up."
C'kayah held his hands up, still grinning. "Keepers..." he murmured to himself.
"And I heard that!", M'riss snapped.
C'kayah scratched at an itch on his cheek, a little of the grey grease makeup coming away on his finger. He examined it curiously. "I forgot about this. Could I borrow a mirror and a towel, and maybe some spirits of wine? It'll be nice to get this stuff off of my face."
M'riss chuckled, and jerked her thumb at a door leading deeper into the house. "First constructive thing you've said all night, Seeker. Down the hall, there. Use the rags, not my good towels."
He grinned at Tobias, his teeth brilliantly white against the grey pigment on his face. "Though I have known people who would pay for such a privilege. Tell me, my friend, you didn't enjoy it just a little bit?"
M'riss glared sharply at him again, "If you can't say anything constructive, just shut up."
C'kayah held his hands up, still grinning. "Keepers..." he murmured to himself.
"And I heard that!", M'riss snapped.
C'kayah scratched at an itch on his cheek, a little of the grey grease makeup coming away on his finger. He examined it curiously. "I forgot about this. Could I borrow a mirror and a towel, and maybe some spirits of wine? It'll be nice to get this stuff off of my face."
M'riss chuckled, and jerked her thumb at a door leading deeper into the house. "First constructive thing you've said all night, Seeker. Down the hall, there. Use the rags, not my good towels."
