She took a dainty sip of her drink and Amarant frowned. He wanted her to drink like he was, to be in a mood like he was, but knew there was none of that. She held poise to her as if she was on respectable business; one might even say a mission.
"So, I have not heard of any news about you. Staying out of trouble I see?" she quirked. She raised a small brow and took another sip.
He wondered more about whether she liked the taste of her drink than the question she asked him, but he answered it anyways. He said, "Didn't we have this conversation before? Trouble comes looking for me."
"I bet." She went to raise the glass to her lips but he put a hand on top of it and lightly put it back to the bar. He slid it with perfect ease to the tender who looked to them questionably.
"Get the lady a fresh drink."
The bartender didn't object and immediately retrieved her something else.
"You didn't have to do that," she said.
"You looked like you were drinking terrible tea with a pathetic aristocrat." He drank some of his and set it down. He didn't feel so bad anymore. In fact he was lightening up.
The tender put it down and did not linger long enough for a look from the large man. He, very bluntly took her drink, raised it to his lips and took a sip. He sniffed it and then set it down.
She raised a brow so far up her forehead it could've met with her hairline.
"Such a woman's drink."
She quirked her lips and took a sip. "Still taste like shit."
"Then it's just you." He said and she smirked.
"Do I get to be regaling you on the drink you consume, or the posture of your sit?"
"By all means."
"But I'm all better than that." She said and took another dainty sip because she realized it bothered him just how she drank the stupid drink. She didn't want it anymore, but to sit in 'good' company she had to have something in front of her.
"The only Noble one," he said ragingly and sat up to put stature on her. She fidgeted her foot.
"I see old habits still follow you, hm?" he smirked remembering the way she could never keep still in idle times. When the time was set in action she was stiff and attentive with keen ears and poise that would put even a wooden board to shame.
"You know me, just looking for my next adventure. A vacation, it seems like a good idea, but then you realize that you enjoy what you do. You know?" She quipped casting a sideways look to him.
"Sometimes it may be the only thing you know, and then it's down to having no choice or not one to step over different boarders."
"Are you scared?" she questioned.
"Not my reference, but you." He said with the indication of a tiny chin jut.
"I like what I do. Sometimes I can give my all and lose the good fight, but then there are those times where what I do makes a big difference in the lives of others. You can say proudly that you had moments of just, of feeling that you are something bigger than you think you are."
He looked down at himself, and then back to her. "Can't get any bigger than this."
She let a small smile grace her lips. "It's not the same. After that time in our lives we thought we'd all go back to our lives, return to our homes, or wherever we dwelled, but it's not the same. We are all different people, and our aspirations changed."
"Speak for yourself rat."
"I am, but if you said the same thing then you'd be speaking for yourself."
"That's why you are doing most of the talking." He raised his glass to her and downed the rest of it already knowing that he wouldn't be sitting straight for the rest of the night.
"And to think I've just warmed up." She smirked.
