<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">“No, what all is alluded to has never set well with me,” Vasyli admitted. Anyone seeing them perform together would be silly not to think they were very familiar with one another, and they were, just not in the friendly sort of sense. “I don't care what he likes just so long as I'm made clear. The yelling is mostly for Mathis' benefit anyway.” Really though, the flirting hadn't been more than a tentative interest at first before Vasyli gave reaction. Of course, Osran was too young himself to fully grasp the resentment. He hadn't been directly involved in the wars, likely only hearing tales from his grandparents, whereas Vasyli felt it's aftermath. He gave Kevice a long-suffering look for his comment.<br/>
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“I think Mathis knows better than to force me too close to the crowd. He knows I can't hold my tongue when in any sort of close proximity.” Vasyli eased back into the cushions with his drink, listening to him comment about the taste, and his own preferences.<br/>
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“You have to wonder what that sort of thing is doing to your mind,” he said, his turn to be lightly teasing. There were rumors to that in regards to Kevice, what he did, and his appearance. One had to be crazy to do what the fire-breather did anyway, though Vasyli imagined that they all had to be a little crazy to be involved with the circus anyway.<br/>
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<i>What is your thing about humans? ..Ever sleep with humans?</i><br/>
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“Without getting too personal?” Vasyli asked, raising his brow. Those were all personal questions.<br/>
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“It comes from watching a time of prospering come to an end for my culture due to our wars with the humans. I'm not old enough to have been involved, but things changed, and then as peace was made, humans came into ruin any remaining pride we might have had left, mixing into our cities and pissing all over our way of life. That is the human way of things, after all.” There was a deep-rooted bitterness there.<br/>
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“I have slept with humans when I was younger. Maybe I was vaguely more tolerant of them, but it was all very uninspiring, and it had nothing to do with conversation. I've never been one to fancy words in the bedroom regardless. Are you a talker, Kevice?” Vasyli shot back, more teasing. So far, Vasyli hadn't seemed bothered by what he was occasionally taking a drag from, content to remain there for a bit before returning how, especially if the night remained low-key.<br/>
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“I've never narrowed down your type anyway. Seems as if you're a sort of opportunist, though I've haven't seen you or anyone follow through.” Of course, the same could be said of Vasyli, who was always discreet with his dalliances. The difference being the high elf didn't proposition anyone he worked with.</span></span>