[The look he gives him is one of bewildered surprised, though greatly restrained. For all he might have had bards across the Empire singing his praise, and the citizens giving rise to celebrate his deeds, there's something so personal about this praise, something far more tangible, that it leaves him feeling somewhat flustered by its casual yet earnest delivery.
It certainly doesn't hurt that it's from a man some years his senior, but that isn't a fact he's thinking too hard about. Especially when that arm goes around his shoulders and their proximity becomes what it is.]
Very well, though we needn't become raucous with our imbibing.
[As they walk, he cannot help but notice the scent of Ramuh. From the smell of his cigar and its smoke, to the natural musk of him. It isn't an unpleasant smell, not like the man is unwashed or anything, but his scent is so distinct and masculine that being this close to him makes it both inescapable as it is intoxicating.
Which is why Dion is using everything he can to keep focus on moving towards their goal, and not thinking about how arousing his aroma is.
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It certainly doesn't hurt that it's from a man some years his senior, but that isn't a fact he's thinking too hard about. Especially when that arm goes around his shoulders and their proximity becomes what it is.]
Very well, though we needn't become raucous with our imbibing.
[As they walk, he cannot help but notice the scent of Ramuh. From the smell of his cigar and its smoke, to the natural musk of him. It isn't an unpleasant smell, not like the man is unwashed or anything, but his scent is so distinct and masculine that being this close to him makes it both inescapable as it is intoxicating.
Which is why Dion is using everything he can to keep focus on moving towards their goal, and not thinking about how arousing his aroma is.
Greagor give him strength...!]