07-11-2016, 10:44 AM
Manix's accent was so thick, Jaxen barely followed what was said. Although he'd already introduced himself, as they clutched hands, he yearned to claim himself as Jaxen of Clan Marveet.
The invitation was not something he could decline. However. And he knew just the place to go.
"We have a saying in Moscow, Jaxen began, his own Russian accent feeling particularly pronounced, "Never trust a man who doesn't drink vodka. I accept your invitation. Let's leave miss panties in a wad to her own scowl." Eyes darting to Aria, he resisted the urge to ruffle her hair. She was likely to snap off his hand like a dog nipping at the touch.
Speaking of Aria. It was good to put a name to the darkness that clouded her like a shroud over the soul. It was reflected briefly in Jaxen's expression when she mentioned chains. Quite literally, he agreed that chains did not suit him. Despite preconceived behaviors in he bedroom prior to the kidnapping experience.
Her warning was lobbed back with a grin that only grew with defiant dare. "I wouldn't dream of it. Are you going there now?"
Manix was likely to be confused with the turn of topics. So Jaxen offered a brief explanation. "She's part of some secret society that doesn't take kindly to breaking and entering their secret lair. Or even a little innocent exploration."
The invitation was not something he could decline. However. And he knew just the place to go.
"We have a saying in Moscow, Jaxen began, his own Russian accent feeling particularly pronounced, "Never trust a man who doesn't drink vodka. I accept your invitation. Let's leave miss panties in a wad to her own scowl." Eyes darting to Aria, he resisted the urge to ruffle her hair. She was likely to snap off his hand like a dog nipping at the touch.
Speaking of Aria. It was good to put a name to the darkness that clouded her like a shroud over the soul. It was reflected briefly in Jaxen's expression when she mentioned chains. Quite literally, he agreed that chains did not suit him. Despite preconceived behaviors in he bedroom prior to the kidnapping experience.
Her warning was lobbed back with a grin that only grew with defiant dare. "I wouldn't dream of it. Are you going there now?"
Manix was likely to be confused with the turn of topics. So Jaxen offered a brief explanation. "She's part of some secret society that doesn't take kindly to breaking and entering their secret lair. Or even a little innocent exploration."