Mayhap I like hearing you agree to it, against expectations to the contrary.
[But he gulps another mouthful of the Number Nine, then sets it back on the counter, and gets up from his seat, staying fully within Ryn's line of sight as he starts to walk a meandering path around the interior of the room nearest the bar.
As he weaves his way back, he makes a brief detour to put one of the pillars between himself and Ryn, obscured for not more than a second or two at the pace he's walking —
Except that he doesn't come back out again. Or doesn't seem to, at least.
Not until two fingers and a thumb catch light hold of one of the tendrils dangling close to the nape of Ryn's neck and smoothly drag all the way down to the tip.]
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[But he gulps another mouthful of the Number Nine, then sets it back on the counter, and gets up from his seat, staying fully within Ryn's line of sight as he starts to walk a meandering path around the interior of the room nearest the bar.
As he weaves his way back, he makes a brief detour to put one of the pillars between himself and Ryn, obscured for not more than a second or two at the pace he's walking —
Except that he doesn't come back out again. Or doesn't seem to, at least.
Not until two fingers and a thumb catch light hold of one of the tendrils dangling close to the nape of Ryn's neck and smoothly drag all the way down to the tip.]