[ Hard liquor-- that amused him for some reason. However he had never been one to judge someones personal decisions when it came to alcohol and so with a flick of a finger he summoned up a bottle of wine that he had stored somewhere in his little porthole where he had a veritable wine cellar hidden away full of rare vintages collected from all over Eorzea-- and the First (and maybe some other places which the Warrior of Light had never seen but only could comprehend within the depths of her imagination).
Setting the wine bottle down on a particularly flat rock and then following it with two wine glasses. He knew the Quitana Ravel was a sacred space and perhaps drinking wouldn't be appreciated but he couldn't really be moved to care overmuch. A mere passover with his hand and then the wine bottle was uncorked, it was one of those wonders, a movement of his hand and the cork just responded and then he started to pour ]
Shorter than me, dear you are shorter then me now...
[ of course he wasn't counting the ears, if one counted the ears then yes she was marginally taller then him. But granted there was a soft sigh of something that whispered through her at the remembrance, it meant of course that she was getting the bigger picture, she was piecing for herself what happened and more importantly she was one step closer to him-- to where he wanted her to be. But likewise he could bide his time, he was nothing if not exceedingly patient ]
Whatever are you remembering..
[ And then he proffered her the wine glass with a gloved hand and a raise of his winged brows; there was almost a smugness to his voice that might've been infuriating if it hadn't been so semi-charming to boot. ]
sorry for the lag-- had to drag myself out of chrstimas baking hell
Setting the wine bottle down on a particularly flat rock and then following it with two wine glasses. He knew the Quitana Ravel was a sacred space and perhaps drinking wouldn't be appreciated but he couldn't really be moved to care overmuch. A mere passover with his hand and then the wine bottle was uncorked, it was one of those wonders, a movement of his hand and the cork just responded and then he started to pour ]
Shorter than me, dear you are shorter then me now...
[ of course he wasn't counting the ears, if one counted the ears then yes she was marginally taller then him. But granted there was a soft sigh of something that whispered through her at the remembrance, it meant of course that she was getting the bigger picture, she was piecing for herself what happened and more importantly she was one step closer to him-- to where he wanted her to be. But likewise he could bide his time, he was nothing if not exceedingly patient ]
Whatever are you remembering..
[ And then he proffered her the wine glass with a gloved hand and a raise of his winged brows; there was almost a smugness to his voice that might've been infuriating if it hadn't been so semi-charming to boot. ]