[Well that's a quick turn around. Damen quirks an eyebrow and eyes her back, not without interest of his own, though he can already hear Nikandros and everyone else who has ever met him teasing him for his... appreciation for people with yellow hair. Hers isn't as pale as Laurent's, more of a soft gold than his cold sunlight color, but still, it's lovely, as is the rest of her.
Not that now is really the time. He meets her eyes and keeps his focus there.]
That depends on what the work is. What profession do you think I have?
[She probably doesn't want a king. Being a king isn't much good when you're away from your country. She also probably isn't looking for a bed slave, though then again, the way she's eyeing him, he can't totally rule it out. A soldier seems most likely, though that's only assuming she's correct in her guess at his profession. He supposed a cloth merchant could come in handy around now too.]
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Not that now is really the time. He meets her eyes and keeps his focus there.]
That depends on what the work is. What profession do you think I have?
[She probably doesn't want a king. Being a king isn't much good when you're away from your country. She also probably isn't looking for a bed slave, though then again, the way she's eyeing him, he can't totally rule it out. A soldier seems most likely, though that's only assuming she's correct in her guess at his profession. He supposed a cloth merchant could come in handy around now too.]