There's no disguising the look of shock on Nyx's face before he catches himself, realizing-- damn, that's not a good response at all. "I mean-"
Despite the rumors, Laurent says. Not that Nyx had heard much in the way of credible rumors, barely bothering to hide a roll of his eyes whenever the court rakes started swapping outrageous tales of their conquests. No, Laurent had never been the coquettish sort, far too much aware of his royal stature to dally lightly with many partners. But surely this can't be his first...? There's no reason for the price to lie, but of all the trusted noble companions and loyal followers of the throne Laurent could choose from, why would he turn to Nyx?
Nyx isn't ashamed of who he is, what he is, a common-born refugee turned soldier, a son of a foreign, far-away land who'd come to call Vere home, granted a title and authority through sheer bloody minded determination, luck, and the generosity of royalty. But he knows his place in the world, his place in the court, whatever ridiculous titles Auguste might bestow upon him, and surely this is...
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? Look, I know I've got a... reputation." To put it lightly. A warm laugh, an inviting look-- Nyx is easy, and he knows it. "Are you sure?
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There's no disguising the look of shock on Nyx's face before he catches himself, realizing-- damn, that's not a good response at all. "I mean-"
Despite the rumors, Laurent says. Not that Nyx had heard much in the way of credible rumors, barely bothering to hide a roll of his eyes whenever the court rakes started swapping outrageous tales of their conquests. No, Laurent had never been the coquettish sort, far too much aware of his royal stature to dally lightly with many partners. But surely this can't be his first...? There's no reason for the price to lie, but of all the trusted noble companions and loyal followers of the throne Laurent could choose from, why would he turn to Nyx?
Nyx isn't ashamed of who he is, what he is, a common-born refugee turned soldier, a son of a foreign, far-away land who'd come to call Vere home, granted a title and authority through sheer bloody minded determination, luck, and the generosity of royalty. But he knows his place in the world, his place in the court, whatever ridiculous titles Auguste might bestow upon him, and surely this is...
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? Look, I know I've got a... reputation." To put it lightly. A warm laugh, an inviting look-- Nyx is easy, and he knows it. "Are you sure?