Barrow Fields lift me up, you take me higher

if ingram had been aware she had used the word handsome mentally to describe him -- well, he probably would have dropped his drawers in absolute glee. instead he remained oblivious, which was probably for the better -- he was much less obnoxious and cocksure if he wasn't completely confident in a lady's presence.

her smile practically warmed him to the bones, and he sat upright, alert and feeling a familiar sensation grip him: anxiousness. nervousness that he would say something stupid, or offend her, or otherwise bungle what promised to be a cheery interaction -- he swallowed, his tail sweeping from side to side in a friendly gesture.

she asked after his favorite thing about his lifestyle and he considered it only a moment -- beach-bods -- nope, definitely the babes -- nope, actually there weren't any babes in grimnismal besides nyx and she was taken (not that ingram knew). "oh, definitely the food." ingram smiled in return, liking how hydra's grin seemed to drastically warm the coldness of her lapis lazuli gaze. "what's your favorite thing about the mountains?"