<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“Oh, well if it was <i>just</i> literal pissing all should be forgiven,” Vasyli commented sarcastically. It hadn't really occurred to the elf what the other half of Kevice was, though he should have guessed. He was unusual enough that he didn't really know. Referred to simply as the half-elf rather than the half-human. The latter was far too common, after all. Humans mingled and ruined a lot of things, though he didn't harbor any resentment towards Kevice. If he had he would not have come out with him.<br/>
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“Oh, I apologize for wounding you,” he responded as far as the feigned heartbreak. Once Kevice knew him a little bit better he was sure he didn't take it personally; doubted he probably would have if Vasyli was sleeping with half the circus while rejecting him anyway. He just didn't seem like the sort who took much of anything seriously. Kevice was settling in, getting more comfortable, commenting about nice legs and pretty faces. Vasyli ignored it.<br/>
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“If you were more discreet about it Mathis might not have put his foot down. There are those that couple up when no one is watching. Allegedly.” Vasyli smiled, not letting on who, and how he knew these things, or even if he was just stirring up gossip himself. “Probably less messy though keeping it away from your home, and workplace. You don't shit where you eat. That sort of thing.” His own mentality alongside his ingrained professionalism. He set his own cup down. The alcohol was stronger than he anticipated, which was saying something considering he could usually drink most people under the table. Kevice said something, perhaps meant to bait or mock him, but Vasyli didn't rise to it. Simply gave a shrug and a half-answer.<br/>
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“Never seedy places,” he said, looking away, not denying the other part of the statement. Brothels could uphold a certain standard, of course. He wouldn't answer one way or another if asked directly. He'd given away plenty enough, though perhaps he wanted to end some of the frigid gossip while leaving things vague enough for people to wonder. Him being a client of course, not of him ever being on the working side of the spectrum.<br/>
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They'd both finished their first cup and Vasyli topped them off, his movements careful with the decanter, graceful still, but slower than normal. The mouthpiece rested on his thigh, momentarily forgotten. He didn't pick his cup back up yet, though he was tempted to rise to the challenge of keeping pace with Kevice.<br/>
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“See anyone here you might under normal circumstances try?” Vasyli wondered, looking out at the other guests that he could see, deciding the same thing for himself. Humans, of course, were never on the menu, and so far he didn't really see much of anything that peaked his interest either.<br/>
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“Pretty slim pickings, at least for now.” He'd laid his head back, closing his eyes for a moment before touching the bridge of his nose and sitting up again. His vision swam for a second.<br/>
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“I wonder about the integrity of their liquor,” he commented, though for the time being wasn't alarmed by the loose and sluggish feel to his body.</span></span>