<span style="font-size: 15px">"Hmmm.. are they personal questions?" Kevice gave a shrug, somewhat agreeing. Maybe he was just too casually crass in personality, Vasyli seemed much like his opposite. He assumed he wouldn't hear any of that when the elf went along to talk about more heavy memories. Certainly not the euphoric kind.<br/>
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And there wasn't much that could be said about it. Kevice wasn't well versed in the history between men and elves, he was barely one in his own right, and never did any reading as a child. He assumed Vasyli was much older, as an elf of his stature would be, and him and Mathis seemed to go a long ways back, but to be alive during during a war like that seemed like a lot more than Kevice ever thought he himself would be prepared for emotionally. Seemed so.. overwhelming, and thinking about it, Vasyli's attitude made a bit of sense didn't it? He furrowed his brow and gave a soft nod, chewing the end of his pipe as he mused to himself, and despite having a look that he wasn't trying to offend and wished to listen, tried to pick up the mood with that lax no-worries tone of his anyway.<br/>
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"Would be lying if I said I hadn't pissed on someone's property back before all this." He creaked open a smile, albeit a bit more sincere, "Literally of course, not metaphorically. Guess it's all that human in me eh?"<br/>
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The shift in topic surprised him though, not thinking Vasyli would actually humor him with answering his question. "I took you for the opposite, a prude once, though I could've just been upset and heartbroken. Rejection's hard, you know?" What started as a little smile turned into a wide, toothy grin, as he took to jokes all too quickly. "But yes, I guess I do like to talk. Do you really have to ask?" Whether for better or worse, he found conversation with strangers comfortable. "It's easy talking to someone you're only going to know for a night or two. I don't really get shy, or did you already notice?" Kevice had himself another drink and rolled on his side, exhaling a plume of smoke out the side of his mouth as common courtesy not to blow it all in Vasyli's face.<br/>
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A small, quiet laugh as he almost looked reminiscent passed. "I don't really mind men or women really, anyone pretty. Humans don't bother me, well, of course they don't, you should know. Legs are nice, so are faces! Don't take me for a man who doesn't like a sweet face. I'm not too shallow." He never really did talk about the kinds of people he liked or announce various sexual encounters, well, outside a bit of gossip here and there. And he never did gossip with Vasyli, so the elf would've never known. And thats if he cared to listen. "If you're really curious, thing's like this, places like these, it's all natural eh? Just talk a cute thing up and see there the night goes. Sort of have to be a talker... You talking about being so quiet and impersonal.."<br/>
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He had a sly, accusative look on his face, "Frequent some seedy places, maybe? Bauer's shining star waltzing through brothels? That'd be scandalous, Vasyliii." Kevice was more than amused, with a mocking tone as if to really prod at those buttons.<br/>
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Things felt more fun than they did one or even several minutes ago anyway. It was the sap, making each movement he did sluggish and his voice stilted. Though whether both of these were unusual compared to how he usually acted, only Vasyli would be able to tell. They had gone through a few moods tonight already, the ups and downs of each topic rocked him into a docile stupor. He leaned his cheek against one of the questionable cushions after finishing his cup, "I could go for another round if you'd do the honor?"</span>