Nodding his thanks, he takes the tea, carefully drawing a sip from it. It's sweet, and well made...and immediately it makes his stomach churn. Keeping his expression static, he takes one if the fried bits offered, munching on it (oh, he hates this gambit) while watching the two at the table with him.
The woman brings him to mind of some sort of bird, angles and anxiety. He could mesmerize her, but it would be tiresome to do unless she was alone. Best to stick with his original mark.
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Nodding his thanks, he takes the tea, carefully drawing a sip from it. It's sweet, and well made...and immediately it makes his stomach churn. Keeping his expression static, he takes one if the fried bits offered, munching on it (oh, he hates this gambit) while watching the two at the table with him.
The woman brings him to mind of some sort of bird, angles and anxiety. He could mesmerize her, but it would be tiresome to do unless she was alone. Best to stick with his original mark.
"Sorry - telenovelas?"