Emily's light touch and her assurance that his pledge isn't necessary calms him, but there is a sense of disappointment in it all. It's a relief to know he won't have to fight anyone on the night he's trying his hardest to make a good impression, but it's been so long since he's caused someone pain.
Wait. What? That was a strange thought. On Earth? His eyes dart around as he ponders the implications until something Tia says catches him off guard and raises his eyebrows. Warlock? Isidor said that was a horrible word in her family. He honestly never expected to hear it! But in this context he understands, and he only laughs lightly in the way one does when they're surprised but not offended by sudden vulgarity.
He barks a bigger laugh when Tia tells him Emily is right. In that moment he feels the fire of friendship burning, and whether it's right or wrong he puts an arm around Hephaestia's shoulder and looks down on her with an approving smile. "You and I are gonna have to stick together in the future, us bein' always wrong and all. Maybe sometimes we can be two-versus-one against our smart, right ladies, and that'll make us right by default, huh? That's what y'all on Earth call democracy. Maybe I like it after all..."
He pats Hephaestia's shoulder before he lets her go and excitedly suggests, "If I ever take Viatorus and Isidor to Dalaran, the city of mages, y'all can come along and see the forge they got there! 'Til then, would you settle for some photographs and some ore samples? Metallurgy and blacksmithin' are still real important on my world, and artisans share their knowledge freely 'cause we always need more crafters. Ah, Hell, you got me all excited about all sorts of things now! I knew I shoulda worn my armor tonight..."
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Date: 2017-06-22 12:47 pm (UTC)Wait. What? That was a strange thought. On Earth? His eyes dart around as he ponders the implications until something Tia says catches him off guard and raises his eyebrows. Warlock? Isidor said that was a horrible word in her family. He honestly never expected to hear it! But in this context he understands, and he only laughs lightly in the way one does when they're surprised but not offended by sudden vulgarity.
He barks a bigger laugh when Tia tells him Emily is right. In that moment he feels the fire of friendship burning, and whether it's right or wrong he puts an arm around Hephaestia's shoulder and looks down on her with an approving smile. "You and I are gonna have to stick together in the future, us bein' always wrong and all. Maybe sometimes we can be two-versus-one against our smart, right ladies, and that'll make us right by default, huh? That's what y'all on Earth call democracy. Maybe I like it after all..."
He pats Hephaestia's shoulder before he lets her go and excitedly suggests, "If I ever take Viatorus and Isidor to Dalaran, the city of mages, y'all can come along and see the forge they got there! 'Til then, would you settle for some photographs and some ore samples? Metallurgy and blacksmithin' are still real important on my world, and artisans share their knowledge freely 'cause we always need more crafters. Ah, Hell, you got me all excited about all sorts of things now! I knew I shoulda worn my armor tonight..."