Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151220235326/@comment-5543592-20151229012208

"Well, I normally wouldn't compliment myself as such, but if you insist..." He said glancing around, before looking over his shoulder and focusing on what he wanted.

"Hey, lass." He loudly, snapped his fingers, getting a barmaid's attention. "Drinks?  The funny ones with the salt on them?" He did a motion with his hand, as if he was explaining

The maid considered for a moment, before nodding and heading off to do as Crimson asked.

"Nice." He turned back to Diana. "So, names?"

Scire swallowed. "My head?" He guessed. There was a dull throbbing, but it was there. And then...

He sighed slowly, before reaching up and touching her face, his hand finding it's way underneath her cowl.

"Were you worried about me?" He asked.