<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">Vasyli snorted at Kevice's response, knowing there was some truth to it. He didn't mind using sex appeal, not really. People liked to see a variety of things, from the grotesque to the dangerous, to the downright seductive, and the latter two were easily worked into Vasyli's act. Of course, the elf didn't mind people observing from afar, but he didn't tolerate strange hands upon his person. Some might think that because of the performance, with Osran put in the more obvious place of strength, the Vasyli was weak and placid in nature, when rather even on a bad day he could go toe to toe with his partner. He'd been doing it longer, but no one wanted to see the elf dangling the inflexible human like a slab of meat.<br/>
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“Don't repeat that. You might put ideas into his head,” Vasyli told him as he walked past, joking, though with him some might not be able to tell. Mathis was always looking to make more coin, but he didn't figure he would ever come so low. Vasyli had a short stint in a brothel himself, before deciding the risk Mathis provided was worth it to take. The man offered something better, and though some compromises were made, none that threatened to slick away most performers carefully put-back-together dignity from wherever they'd come from. Vasyli knew most of the stories from the newcomers, and he'd watched them grow, or fail. Most didn't know his beginning because they'd never been around to see it, aside from Mathis himself of course. Vasyli would be lying if he didn't use some of the skill he'd learned to empty pockets, just different from the way Kevice ran his act, but to each their own. He listened to the oddly marked man ask if he was coming to dine with the rest of them, like a normal family. Vasyli did occasionally, but he had a hard time socializing with the mixed group. They had their impressions of him, and then of course, he judged just as badly.<br/>
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“Oh, well if <i>he'll</i> be there, you know I won't be able to resist,” Vasyli said sarcastically, and there was something to a little crowd control and making his appearances so that Osran didn't gain too much popularity. The tall elf went off to his private tent to change into a clean linen shirt, soft leather breeches, and slip on shoes. He carried something in his hand wrapped in a kerchief. Osran leaned back from where he was seated to partially obscure the elf's path in the dining area. Vasyli knew immediately he was irritated about his costume, no matter the smile he put on.<br/>
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“Come to sit with me?” Osran asked, teasing, patting the place beside him in invitation. Vasyli scowled and stepped around him. The human acted disappointed.<br/>
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“Don't be so frigid, Vasyli!”<br/>
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“I'm not <i>frigid</i>. I've just no actual interest in sleeping with you. I know your simpler mind has a hard time understanding that it's all an act, the most trying one I've ever been asked to put on,” the elf shot back, continuing on his way. Osran had a hand over his heart, acting wounded, but he clearly got a kick out of getting a rise from the elf.<br/>
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Vasyli came to the side of the minotaur, unafraid of him because he knew better. He leaned up to hand the pretty nymph, Aralie, what he'd been carrying. She was small and nimble, but not nearly as delicate as she looked. Her features were soft, and she had light brown hair, fine and wispy. Is took a curl anytime she got it wet without brushing it out. It was sort of amusing that she was actually frightened of the horses, and not the minotaur she had attached herself to. She took the contents from Vasyli, and then made a sharp noise of pure delight. Her favorite individually wrapped sweets, of course. The little forest nymph picked like a bird and was no meat eater. She'd adjusted to eating with everyone, but even that had turned her stomach a little bit at first. Her meals were perhaps even more bland than their usual, and being that she was one of the big acts, and a performer Vasyli actually seemed to like, the elf catered to her occasionally. Their system of favors went without saying.<br/>
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Vasyli moved off to the edges when Mathis had come in, wanting to avoid a scolding if he'd earned himself one. If the man was truly angry, he would seek him out regardless. He found Kevice again instead.<br/>
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“I deign to join with you peons,” Vasyli said, another joke, though delivered in that dry way of his. He knew what people thought of him, with his poised and proper behavior. “Does this surprise you?” Perhaps he'd gotten worse over the last few years, allowing his reputation to precede his actions. He kept imagining that someone more like him would come along, another elf that he could relate to. So far, the closest thing they'd gathered was Kevice, though Vasyli didn't find him relatable in the slightest.</span></span>