( makoto eyes howl sidelong as he wicks away the wine from where it soaked his person and his clothing, coalescing it into a floating orb before him. one spurned verbal advance and some alcohol thrown his way and he already has nothing else more to say? he has to repress the urge to heave a sigh. ah... well, the demon will just have to pick up the slack. )
A generous offer, regardless, ( he says with a faint crisp of humor to the words which falls away almost as swiftly. he strides forward, approaching the base of the stairs. he faces her with a steadfast determination and... an earnestness that might seem out-of-place, should one be aware of what he is. while there were plenty of times to beguile or confound, when approaching one for help, he'd often found it a time to entreat instead — he had done just the same when he had visited a brothel in a city in hell run by werewolves, seeking any information they might have on his master's past. )
But Madame Dionys, I came to you specifically because I have questions for you specifically, because I am interested in your answers specifically.( he certainly doesn't miss the way that dionys handles her fellow Aion's name with clear resentment; already worthwhile information, and he holds onto it for later. ) As someone who learned all there was to know about my former plane of existence from working in a place much like this, I would value your words more highly than Xishen's or anyone else's. Please, if you might grant me some of your time, I would be in your debt.
( it's a distinction he had made with that he had spoken to either working in or running the other brothels in town that he had visited. he did not visit as a gawker or as a customer but as someone whose past experience gives him respect and high regard for those who shared in the same. it's not necessarily he discloses readily, not out of shame or discomfort (because he simply doesn't feel that way about it), but because it usually isn't relevant. here, however, it feels both relevant and pertinent as an explanation for why he is here and not anywhere else within achamoth's city limits. )
cw mention of prostitution as a minor
A generous offer, regardless, ( he says with a faint crisp of humor to the words which falls away almost as swiftly. he strides forward, approaching the base of the stairs. he faces her with a steadfast determination and... an earnestness that might seem out-of-place, should one be aware of what he is. while there were plenty of times to beguile or confound, when approaching one for help, he'd often found it a time to entreat instead — he had done just the same when he had visited a brothel in a city in hell run by werewolves, seeking any information they might have on his master's past. )
But Madame Dionys, I came to you specifically because I have questions for you specifically, because I am interested in your answers specifically. ( he certainly doesn't miss the way that dionys handles her fellow Aion's name with clear resentment; already worthwhile information, and he holds onto it for later. ) As someone who learned all there was to know about my former plane of existence from working in a place much like this, I would value your words more highly than Xishen's or anyone else's. Please, if you might grant me some of your time, I would be in your debt.
( it's a distinction he had made with that he had spoken to either working in or running the other brothels in town that he had visited. he did not visit as a gawker or as a customer but as someone whose past experience gives him respect and high regard for those who shared in the same. it's not necessarily he discloses readily, not out of shame or discomfort (because he simply doesn't feel that way about it), but because it usually isn't relevant. here, however, it feels both relevant and pertinent as an explanation for why he is here and not anywhere else within achamoth's city limits. )