Love is superficial, but he wasn't lacking in any in that area.
Love is superficial, he mused. He sat at the bar counter, one long leg crossed over the other, body half-turned to acknowledge the rest of the customers behind him while he held a glass of whiskey in one hand. He has always fancied a stronger drink whenever he's feeling sentimental, something he tried not to do often.
He thought of the 'loves' in his life. It wasn't that he was lacking in any in that area. It was only in the recent years that he started to appreciate what he already have.
Team Lyon was founded on shared pain and grief of lost loved ones to Deliora when they were kids, and he had only started to really appreciate and see them after Gray (literally) knocked the madness from his head.
He also had Ooba Babasaama, who practically raised him to become the man he was today, who chose to accept and forgive him even though he abandoned the guild once. He knew what outsiders thought of their relationship; that they merely operated as Master and guild member, but Lyon has always seen her as something like a grandmother.
She was, he thought, someone important in his heart.
The town that Lamia Scale had settled in as their home also was something important. The old man that sold dango and delicious brewed green tea down the road, the young florist girl that blushed every time he walked past on the way to the guild, the healer apprentice that greeted him cheerily whenever he came to pick up potions and herbs for Ooba, and the neighbours that lived beside his house... For each passing day, as he came to understand and learned more about his townspeople, they became people that he would lay his life down for.
When it came to the romantic relationships in his life, Lyon could admit that it was pretty dismal. He was a hard man, sometimes cold and standoffish to strangers, and life had made him jaded and cynical. He doesn't trust easily, unwilling to allow anyone to come close enough to know him intimately.
Sex was a different matter; it was simply physical pleasure with no need for any love with your partner. He wasn't arrogant enough to say that he could get anyone, but at least he knew he was attractive enough to easily get a bed partner for a night.
Love, he mused again, was superficial to him. He has typical puppy crushes with cute girls that he met in his life, but he has never imagined a life of marriage with any of them. He wondered if he'll ever commit to anyone in his life, as unlikely as it sounded to him at the moment.
He swiveled in his stool, beckoned for the bartender for a refill and let the sound of soft jazz music lulled him into an ephemeral peace.
When the bartender came to refill, and he moved to pay, he was stopped with a small smile and a nod.
"It has already been paid for by that lady in the corner." The ice clinked gently in the glass as the bartender moved to serve another customer.
Lyon blinked, looked over to see a pretty redhead grinning shyly into her drink. He considered for a moment before he stood up and joined her table.