<div class="floatleft">(https://cricketfeet.com/keith/gaming/dnd/darkforum/blademage01.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Devon (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328010.msg15705543#msg15705543)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Near the stage<br/><strong>Action</strong>: Being nice, bit of flirting, testing the waters<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: See Image, plus a large backpack and a classic old gnarled oaken staff. No sword.<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Lucy<strong>Mentioning:</strong>Luc, Spade, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Before he could stop himself, Devon found himself fascinated by Alucielle’s smile. She was more lovely than he had thought. His eyes softened with a kind glow. He laughed softly, nodding.<br/>“Only giving credit where it is due, lovely miss. Your voice deserves the highest credit I can give. And with your permission, I would be honoured to record it for the ages.”<br/>His smile widened, the Librarian nodding enthusiastically. “I’d love to be present, yes. Wouldn't miss it for the world. And if you need any help, feel free to request my assistance. It’d be my pleasure and honour.”<br/><br/>Devon did notice her unease though. A woman not accustomed to social interactions, not wholly at the least. The mage glanced at her aura, aeons of information flashing by as he tried to decipher her origins. Did he spot some angelic influence within her? Maybe an angel then, like the one from earlier? Devon followed her gaze around for a moment or two. No… something else.<br/>But what she was wasn’t important. First and foremost, he wanted to get to know her better.<br/><br/>Without losing his warmth or smile, he looked into her eyes. Why not give this a shot? Couldn’t hurt to try, right?<br/>“I’m planning on staying here for a while,” Davon said in a chipper tone of voice, trying to get Alucielle to feel a bit more at ease. “Although I do have to admit, I have not visited my room yet.”<br/><br/>Glancing back to Spade, he chuckled and turned back to Lucy with an apologetic look on his face.<br/>“Seeing as sir Spade is quite... busy, would you perhaps be able to show me to my room, miss?”<br/>A flirting tone crept into Davon’s voice, his eyes sparkling a bit mischievously. There was no unfair judgement in his eyes, only interest, warmth and mischievousness. After all, he wasn’t one to judge anymore. Otherwise, people would probably judge him right into the ground, being what he was.<br/><br/>“If you don’t mind me asking, is there anything I can call you?” He said, seeing her getting a bit uneasy. The mage felt a soft urge to try and quell those worries, but stressing her out wasn’t the way to go. Soft and easy, with a bit of patience. In his experience, a listening ear and a warm shoulder were often just as sexy as a muscled chest. Maybe even more so for some.