What in the jeepers?
"It's been quite a long time, Elian." The Duke speaks as though he is foretelling a prophecy when he finally turns to Elian; with languid eyes that seem ridden with a narcissistic relaxation.
"Agreed." Elian replies briefly, bowing slightly and then turning away tersely.
He passes on to me a discreet 'ahem', leaning a little as he pulls the chair open for me. I give him a gentle smile, contemplating whether or not to return the favor. But by the time I am weighing my options, Elian has already proceeded to pull his own chair out and settled onto it while fixing his coat.
Ah, dang it.
I seat myself as well in a hurry, feeling the prodding eyes of the Duke guest all the while as I did so. Finally, making myself at home on the firm and furnished chair, I look up in front and meet my eyes daringly with the Duke.
He looks away with a slow smile that rings a jolt of agitation in me.
