As Beatrice mused what she would be like as a noble lady, Tristan just stared at her for a moment because the notion of the Biqaj decked out in lace and frills and sitting there, doing nothing but looking pretty and possibly engaging in embroidery, was just too weird. A moment later he laughed out loud though before he got a little more serious again. “Not necessarily”, he informed her in an almost overly dry and matter of fact tone. “I know a noble lady who is a skyrider and a warrior for example, but she’s not here.”
“Anyway”, he continued because he was not really in the mood for Lady Elyna Burhan at the moment and didn’t want to give Beatrice the opportunity to inquire about his former client either. He had noticed how much she had drunk and how protective she was of her bottle. She really seemed to be a kindred spirit. “If you want to have more to drink, if there is anything at all that you want from me, just let me know. I aim to please. Tonight, Lady Beatrice, I’m entirely willing to play the part of the servant.”
If he had been standing, he would have bowed, but alas, he was sitting and had a notebook in his lap, so he just inclined his head and smirked. As she admitted that she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, he furrowed his brow as if he didn’t know what to make of her statement, but then he nodded. “That’s a good way to go about it”, he agreed. “Just wait and see what life has in store for you and be surprised!”
He went back to his drawing because he always finished what he had started. His pen practically seemed to fly across the paper, faster and faster – and faster. He finished his masterpiece just as the music in the background stopped playing. The raven haired dancer took the hand of the man she had been dancing with and led him upstairs where they would continue their activities without the audience. The sudden silence felt strange to Tristan.
He watched the dancer leave, and then he gave Beatrice a very, very challenging look, as if he were thinking about dragging her onto the stage despite the fact that she had been so opposed to it. But then he abruptly turned his notebook around instead and presented his finished masterpiece to her. It was … rather stylized, but hopefully not entirely without appeal. Is it any good? he wanted to know before he tore the page out of his notebook and handed it to her. “For you. Consider it a gift to a woman that makes this evening a little less like all those boring and predictable evenings before.”
The prostitutes giggled of course as they heard that.
“Anyway”, he continued because he was not really in the mood for Lady Elyna Burhan at the moment and didn’t want to give Beatrice the opportunity to inquire about his former client either. He had noticed how much she had drunk and how protective she was of her bottle. She really seemed to be a kindred spirit. “If you want to have more to drink, if there is anything at all that you want from me, just let me know. I aim to please. Tonight, Lady Beatrice, I’m entirely willing to play the part of the servant.”
If he had been standing, he would have bowed, but alas, he was sitting and had a notebook in his lap, so he just inclined his head and smirked. As she admitted that she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life, he furrowed his brow as if he didn’t know what to make of her statement, but then he nodded. “That’s a good way to go about it”, he agreed. “Just wait and see what life has in store for you and be surprised!”
He went back to his drawing because he always finished what he had started. His pen practically seemed to fly across the paper, faster and faster – and faster. He finished his masterpiece just as the music in the background stopped playing. The raven haired dancer took the hand of the man she had been dancing with and led him upstairs where they would continue their activities without the audience. The sudden silence felt strange to Tristan.
He watched the dancer leave, and then he gave Beatrice a very, very challenging look, as if he were thinking about dragging her onto the stage despite the fact that she had been so opposed to it. But then he abruptly turned his notebook around instead and presented his finished masterpiece to her. It was … rather stylized, but hopefully not entirely without appeal. Is it any good? he wanted to know before he tore the page out of his notebook and handed it to her. “For you. Consider it a gift to a woman that makes this evening a little less like all those boring and predictable evenings before.”
The prostitutes giggled of course as they heard that.
