Hideaway Strath I taste you on my tongue

The Grandmaster even finds the others laugh quite endearing. His ears perk up at the noise and he speaks it in. He’s shamelessly enraptured by him. They don’t get many men around here. Let alone, men don’t seem to like Kynareth anyhow. It’s always females fawning over him.

Yet, it just seems like another poor soul ensnared by the Saintsman’s charm. A rather brutish charm if anything. Some find it annoying, some find it playful, something fun. Others all together hate his guts and would rather him not even breathe in their direction. Either way, he couldn’t care. He’s only glad to be on the receiving end of a much more fruitful interaction. Hell, Kyn counts Patroclus’ next sentence as a compliment.

“How sweet. I would say the same of you, peaches.” He hums bravely. Back to business — kind of. “Is there anything else you think you might need to know?” The brindle male asks softly, never taking his eyes off of him.