[His smile slips, and for a moment he just blinks up at this strange, too-understanding man.]
Oh.
[It's a bit too accurate an observation. It leave him feeling exposed and vulnerable, despite all the sympathy in it. It doesn't help that he's on his knees before him. Saralegui's hand, left idly on Shima's flank, slips and brushes against Tzilan's leg. He pulls his hand back too quickly, and then colors faintly at his own reaction.
Dropping his gaze stubbornly to his little dragon where she's obliviously nodding off, he forces easiness into his tone, clinging to an image of unflappable charm.]
You know, if you talk like that, you'll never get rid of me.
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Oh.
[It's a bit too accurate an observation. It leave him feeling exposed and vulnerable, despite all the sympathy in it. It doesn't help that he's on his knees before him. Saralegui's hand, left idly on Shima's flank, slips and brushes against Tzilan's leg. He pulls his hand back too quickly, and then colors faintly at his own reaction.
Dropping his gaze stubbornly to his little dragon where she's obliviously nodding off, he forces easiness into his tone, clinging to an image of unflappable charm.]
You know, if you talk like that, you'll never get rid of me.