[ He quips, very obviously flattered by the compliments but not especially keen to let it ruffle him all that much. People come in here all the time looking for company, whether they intend to pay for it or not, and they usually make eyes at the girls serving drinks and cigarettes. Folk usually don't touch the talent, but if they do it's for other reasons.
Besides, he isn't all that big enough yet to have developed a complex about it. And sometimes it's just nice to flirt.
Len hunkers down onto his elbows, absently rubbing his thumb against the side of his glass as he searches this man's face for something he recognizes - there's loneliness there he can just identity, though he isn't sure why it occurs to him that it's there. Must just be an easy read. ]
I like sweet. [ He shifts, the toe of his boot knocking the inside of Danse's. ] What d'you like?
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[ He quips, very obviously flattered by the compliments but not especially keen to let it ruffle him all that much. People come in here all the time looking for company, whether they intend to pay for it or not, and they usually make eyes at the girls serving drinks and cigarettes. Folk usually don't touch the talent, but if they do it's for other reasons.
Besides, he isn't all that big enough yet to have developed a complex about it. And sometimes it's just nice to flirt.
Len hunkers down onto his elbows, absently rubbing his thumb against the side of his glass as he searches this man's face for something he recognizes - there's loneliness there he can just identity, though he isn't sure why it occurs to him that it's there. Must just be an easy read. ]
I like sweet. [ He shifts, the toe of his boot knocking the inside of Danse's. ] What d'you like?