His eyebrows rose gently as he watched the man and tender converse with one another. She was warm, friendly, and he wondered briefly if she’d ever bore children. Someone with such an ease into maternal nature would be able to take the task on. Motherhood was no small thing though, and he could quickly list the many reasons why not to engage in such a heavy responsibility. There they went again, his thoughts, his analytics as if others were things and not people. He’d overcome this detached way of viewing others greatly since falling, but while in his natural form he doubted it would ever be gone completely. Going into his camouflage always made it easier: empathy and vulnerability were bound in humanity like an organic tapestry.
His thumb slowly brushed up and down the side of his own glass, considering going into that form now, of a complete human male, it wouldn’t make much of a difference to anyone here as the changes would only be felt within himself. A simple rearranging on the stool would be all that others would notice, but in a place like this, a place so personal to himself, he wasn’t sure if he could handle the full vulnerability that being human had to offer. Though, despite himself he couldn’t deny the appeal of the other man’s face, and knowing there would be plenty more like him here, women too, there was only so much he could do while like this if certain opportunities presented themselves.
“I’m wondering,” The man’s voice brought him back around from his own thoughts, and his eyes lifted and focused on him through the cloth from where they’d drifted away. He smiled easily, though it was small, when he spoke of his voice and pulling back the hood. Times like this were when he was quite thankful to have landed on a world where people varied in appearance as much as they did. He chuckled and shook his head gently before drinking down the rest of his glass and setting it on the bar top.
“No, no scars or anything like that.” There wasn’t much in Revaliir that could leave a lingering mark on his skin. He healed too rapidly, assuring that his life here would be a very…extremely, painfully, long one. Still, there was something to be said about filling one’s time with as much as one could, and he looked back over at him. Their interaction had been brief, but he didn’t seem unkind, and anyways he was in a more vulnerable state than anyone else here. Should he need to defend himself against this stranger, it wouldn’t be too difficult, he hoped.
The smile faltered, his head turning with his eyes to survey the tavern. Everyone was occupied, be it with food and drink, or in hearty conversation. Distractions were good, even if people didn’t keep their attention on you, having glowing hair and eyes usually drew eyes no matter how brief. That was what he hated the most. In his early years here, it had been for protection, now it was…something different. Even so, he looked back to him, and lifted his hand up to his hood.
As he pulled it back, letting it hang from his neck and shoulders, his fingers lightly tussled through his softly glowing white hair. The skin of his face was just as smooth and pale as his hands, and while it seemed to glow like his hair and eyes, it was about the only part of him that did not emit light. His eyes blinked, their ice blue shining through the shadows cast by the dim lighting of the tavern, and he adjusted his sight as he was no longer conversing through a hood. If anyone looked, he tried not to notice, and continued speaking as if nothing had changed,
“Well then, I’ve given you my face, will you give me your name?” The curve of his lips upturned into a playful, almost challenging smirk as he tapped two fingers on the bar for another drink. All the while his eyes never moved from the man, able to see him more crisply than he’d been able to through the threads.