NERON
show me how defenceless you really are
"Can I get that in writing?" Neron wonders, of her admitting that he has a point. Ever able to brush off the worst life has to offer with a smile and a sardonic quip, he follows the Glacier over to the bed and sinks down onto it beside her, flopping back to lay amongst the pillows. Gone are the days when he'd feel dubious about getting so comfortable (and showing it), and he raises his eyebrows at her remark.
"Are you trying to say I'm incapable of looking distinguished?" he inquires - a gentleman does not make remarks on a lady's appearance, so he'll deflect onto himself instead. "I know I am unable to grow any facial hair, but if you like I can try to stick some fur to my cheeks. Oh! Or..." With a wave of his hand, his illusion magic tweaks and disguises, giving the impression of a beard and perhaps even a few crows' feet. "What about now?"
"Are you trying to say I'm incapable of looking distinguished?" he inquires - a gentleman does not make remarks on a lady's appearance, so he'll deflect onto himself instead. "I know I am unable to grow any facial hair, but if you like I can try to stick some fur to my cheeks. Oh! Or..." With a wave of his hand, his illusion magic tweaks and disguises, giving the impression of a beard and perhaps even a few crows' feet. "What about now?"
