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Trajan is normally particularly attentive and usually, he notices another's presence before they call for him. Today, however, he isn't in his best shape and so when someone calls out, he finds himself strangely startled. Quickly, he calms his heart and slows his breathing, silently chastising himself for his lack of attention to his surroundings. Nevertheless, the soldier turns around, mismatched eyes settling easily on the stranger. Distantly, Trajan wonders if this man is part of Mato's pack but that thought never finds a place in the centre of the Roman's thoughts as other things have caught his attention.
The dude was pretty. And maybe it was because Trajan wanted to distract himself from his nightmare and his horrible, incessant thoughts, but the soldier's lips curve upwards almost instantly into a lopsided smile and a gleam enters his mismatched gaze as he regards the stranger. "Hello," he says mildly, his tongue slipping out to lick at his lips in an almost absentminded manner. "You must be new around these parts - I'm sure I would've noticed someone as pretty as you, otherwise."
Because a Trajan in need of a distraction is a Trajan without shame. Well, not a lot of it, at least.