I'll be waiting for your thoughts then. Don't forget you still have the chance to increase your demands based off of them, too.
[ The last part is added cheerfully - because he has the feeling there might be something else added on here for giving Ingrid just a little bit of a run-around in getting here. But now here they are, and he watches her take in the sights with a smile that he doesn't bother to hide (and same for that he was looking in the first place) when she looks back to him. Before he has a chance to say anything, Ingrid's put her hand out and now it's Claude's turn to be caught off guard. Not that he shows it; his only response is to take her hand in his with an even wider smile that's infinitely less plastered on and something a little closer to genuine. ]
Probably not a bad idea, because I'd hate to come all this way and then have to end up hanging out by myself.
[ That's as close as he's willing to get to admitting anything about his 'plan' for the night. Claude follows along behind Ingrid to wherever she chooses as their table, then (reluctantly) lets go of her hand in order to pull out a chair for her to sit before dropping into the one next to her himself. With a nod in greeting to what looks to be a grizzled mercenary sitting on the other side of him, Claude then reaches for the water pitcher to fill glasses for both of them. Of course, as he hands one to Ingrid he also can't resist leaning into her space slightly, voice lowered conspiratorially. ]
One of the other best parts of being here is all the people watching you can do while guessing where everyone's from. Like, look over there - [ said with a subtle nod of his chin in the direction of a couple halfway down their table dressing matching outfits and eating in total silence without looking at each other, ] - maybe they work at a nearby church and took a vow of silence.
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[ The last part is added cheerfully - because he has the feeling there might be something else added on here for giving Ingrid just a little bit of a run-around in getting here. But now here they are, and he watches her take in the sights with a smile that he doesn't bother to hide (and same for that he was looking in the first place) when she looks back to him. Before he has a chance to say anything, Ingrid's put her hand out and now it's Claude's turn to be caught off guard. Not that he shows it; his only response is to take her hand in his with an even wider smile that's infinitely less plastered on and something a little closer to genuine. ]
Probably not a bad idea, because I'd hate to come all this way and then have to end up hanging out by myself.
[ That's as close as he's willing to get to admitting anything about his 'plan' for the night. Claude follows along behind Ingrid to wherever she chooses as their table, then (reluctantly) lets go of her hand in order to pull out a chair for her to sit before dropping into the one next to her himself. With a nod in greeting to what looks to be a grizzled mercenary sitting on the other side of him, Claude then reaches for the water pitcher to fill glasses for both of them. Of course, as he hands one to Ingrid he also can't resist leaning into her space slightly, voice lowered conspiratorially. ]
One of the other best parts of being here is all the people watching you can do while guessing where everyone's from. Like, look over there - [ said with a subtle nod of his chin in the direction of a couple halfway down their table dressing matching outfits and eating in total silence without looking at each other, ] - maybe they work at a nearby church and took a vow of silence.