Hans watched the dribble of wine down Alistair's chin, as he licked it up with a lack of grace Hans had come to expect from nobles - and he knew the Houses of Rynmere had an even higher sense of importance than those in Ne'haer. It made him grin, easily, attractively, as he watched in appreciation at the way Alistair laughed.
Hans stood up, following Alistair. In the space between the chairs, they stood close to each other. Tall and broad men as they were, there was little space between them, and Hans could feel the heat emanating off the other man's body.
He could smell the scent of the man, and it seemed to be calling him, drawing him in, but for now, Hans resisted.
"Allies, then?" Hans thought about it, carefully. What would the Amielles say about Hans agreeing to such an alliance? He did not necessarily need to report back to them on this. He could tell them he had met the Venora, and tell them he had requested an audience, but he did not need to tell them that he had made a personal alliance as well. Hans very seldom formed personal alliances that were at odds to those of Lysoria, but in this instance, his instincts were telling him that perhaps the two went hand in hand.
"Ah, Kaernhad." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. "I wish you luck in claiming that cursed land. Surely you've heard the rumours. But, well, for all I've seen of you, I think you might just be the first man to have some luck in that region." With a smile, he held out his hand for Alistair to shake. "Allies, then. I'll set up a meeting for you with House Amielle, to garner their support. They trust my advice. As for what I would ask of you? Well, let's save that one for later." A flirtatious wink. "Shall we drink to our new alliance?"
Hans stood up, following Alistair. In the space between the chairs, they stood close to each other. Tall and broad men as they were, there was little space between them, and Hans could feel the heat emanating off the other man's body.
He could smell the scent of the man, and it seemed to be calling him, drawing him in, but for now, Hans resisted.
"Allies, then?" Hans thought about it, carefully. What would the Amielles say about Hans agreeing to such an alliance? He did not necessarily need to report back to them on this. He could tell them he had met the Venora, and tell them he had requested an audience, but he did not need to tell them that he had made a personal alliance as well. Hans very seldom formed personal alliances that were at odds to those of Lysoria, but in this instance, his instincts were telling him that perhaps the two went hand in hand.
"Ah, Kaernhad." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. "I wish you luck in claiming that cursed land. Surely you've heard the rumours. But, well, for all I've seen of you, I think you might just be the first man to have some luck in that region." With a smile, he held out his hand for Alistair to shake. "Allies, then. I'll set up a meeting for you with House Amielle, to garner their support. They trust my advice. As for what I would ask of you? Well, let's save that one for later." A flirtatious wink. "Shall we drink to our new alliance?"
