<span style="font-size: 15px">Kevice nodded along, letting Vasyli get it out of his system, but all the while getting the feeling he was restraining himself. "Imagine having a human grab your ass on stage doesn't help either does it, and all those pretty little posters of you two as lovers?" He didn't really understand Vasyli's distaste over humans, but he was from a different place, a different time. The age of man often led to inexperience compared to elves, but aside from a few facts, they seemed alright to him. Nevertheless, the smoke would calm Vasyli down and let him relax, let loose a little. Seeing him walk around so tight lipped gave Kevice some sort of secondhand anxiety when it wasn't just plain funny. "Don't you get all uppity on me, but part of me wonders if he's the type to get off on all the yelling and defiance, probably likes being talked down on and refused... You know the type. I mean I used to call you out on your legs and all of that, but you never had an award winning personality!" Teasing, and maybe a little too close to home with what he made sound like jokes, he gave a light laugh and beamed with all teeth and those four, blunt fangs.<br/>
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"Ah ah, thats why it's good you got yourself a bit stage with a lot of dirt between you and the crowd, wouldn't want any paying onlooker to get shouted at." <br/>
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He didn't really know how he'd react to getting a double, but the less attention that was on him, the worse. Luckily Mathis hadn't found anyone yet that looked like they belonged anywhere near him with the tattoos and the teeth and hair. In the end, it was a good thing that Kevice resembled some kind of rebellious prarie beast in human skin over a plain, pretty elf.<br/>
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When his drink was poured he gave a slight bow of the head in thanks and gave it a try. Again, not his usual, the elf seemed to like fruity flavors. Not terrible though. "By... the way, seeing a trend here in these choices. I prefer something dark and bitter, helps cut the stench of burning rust and lamp oil out of my throat." An exaggeration, but still a reality for him on most days of the circus. He took a few puffs, letting each settle in his lungs for a bit before breathing it out in order for his brain to get the full taste of it.<br/>
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"Without getting too personal, still wondering..." Staring up at the ceiling, he let out another waft of white smoke with his next words, "What is your thing about humans, like where does it come from. I get that you're all high and mighty and stuff." The sap muddled his thoughts, and he trailed on to the next without resolution. "Ever sleep with humans? You the type that just doesnt like words, or are they not worthy or other aristocratic haughty talk." Kevice mocked a little, in good heart, but mockery nonetheless. Despite his tone he gazed at Vasyli with an incredibly friendly expression, the slightest bit dazed and more passive than he usually was.<br/>
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All the while ignorant to the fact Vasyli didn't know what he was smoking. To Kevice anyway, he seemed well versed in vices, despite differences with his own. Maybe he did have some sprawling life out at night after each preformance, but was either better at hiding it, or Mathis turned a blind eye to his star child. Probably the latter, he thought, had to be.<br/>
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Every few minutes he'd take a moment to eye the other patrons, still most minding their own business, usually he'd try to get friendly, but at the moment didn't really feel like getting up and putting himself through the trouble, especially since it was his first time bringing Vasyli along. Maybe Kevice felt a bit of pride playing the good host for a night.</span>