He had never thought this day would come to surface, the day he concluded that his occupation no longer thrilled him, no longer enticed him to continue on as a sky pirate for the majority of his life span. Playing the role of the leading man had its betterments, but it was beginning to seem dull to the hume. Either way, what other career would he have in preference? It was generally known that the Bunansa family line had their leads at the courts, but he would not go forth with it, unless he was indubitably accompanied by his partner in crime.
Blathier took a swift swig at the bottle clutched in his hand, of what brand he wasn't exactly sure of at this point, and set it down firmly on the wooden end table before gazing over the exterior wall of the Strolh's loading deck. His mind often wondered at dusk, trickling over every thought was a feeling of query, questioning himself and what it was that he exactly wanted to conquer. The sky pirate sought something … all that was left for him to accomplish was to rummage around and discover exactly what that something was, which frankly he did not care for.
The subdued clack of heels against the ground grappled Balthier from his lucidity, craning his neck to the side to catch a glimpse of the apprehended intruder.
'It is late.' she murmured, peering over him, brow quirked. There was not much you could have obscured from Fran, that he was fully aware of at least. He wiped a hand across his ragged features, composing himself the most decorous he could have wielded before turning to face the viera.
Balthier grinned, tipping his head ever so lightly. 'Pardon me, I suppose it is time for bed now. Will you be going any time soon, hmm?'
'Had it been that you were not drinking, I would not stand here badgering you, correct am I not?'
He flinched, more or so as if her dictation had pierced him in a vehement manner. Balthier had no mind to oversee the viera's fostering at the moment, no matter how much he seemingly desired it. He had no mind for much of anything, in fact, but the bottle of alcohol resting on the table beside him.
'Fair enough,' he muttered, slipping past Fran, towards his cabin on the lower level. It would not make much of a disparity whether he stayed out of his bunk or not. He was damned sure sleep was the last thing he contemplated, his mind was nippy and expansively awake. Balthier was a man of wit, charm, and most momentously, a man that had not a clue what 'worry' meant, opposed to how that emotion felt. However, he had a substantial suspicion that this would amend.