<div class="floatleft"> <div class="floatleft">(http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3oo3fv7yh1r7wrq1o4_250.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Kepler<br/><strong>Place within Hierarchy:</strong> Elizabeth's Talent<br/><strong>Role:</strong> Hand <br/><strong>Position:</strong> security/general labor<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Big Tent<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Clean black T shirt and jeans, motorcycle boots<br/><strong>Languages and Accent</strong>English<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Chloe, Sochi<br/><br/>He really tried not get exasperated when talking with Chloe, knowing that much of the time it was his own pride that seemed to gum things up but it seemed inevitably the conversation would stray off course somehow and things would go south. Oh, she was always polite but always seemed to find a way to make him feel like a Neanderthal. Like somehow taking him trying to say that whatever had gone on with her family she didn't need to feel alone and then throwing his job in his face, once again implying he was nothing but the hired help, as if he couldn't conceive of doing something just to be nice. He found himself on the verge of gritting his teeth but managed not to for the sake of civility. He cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"Not everything is about the job, Chloe," he said softly and calmly he thought. As she stood he was relieved at least dancing they'd keep themselves busy and not have to try so hard with the conversation but his brow furrowed as she stopped and he followed her eyes to stage. Kepler didn't give a shit in most cases if three healthy, consenting adults wanted to grope each other on the dance floor or have a threeway or wherever this was heading but he wasn't any happier at the sight than Chloe was. He understood the undercurrents there and what they were looking at now was a bad idea. He sighed.<br/><br/><em> "I am not a harlot." </em><br/><br/>He blinked, turning to her slowly. What the hell was that about? Because he touched her arm? Was she that precious?  <br/><br/>"Where'd you get the idea I thought that? I just asked you to dance," he said, feeling a little more aggravated so that when she suggested waiting, he was fine with that. He waited until she sat down again before he followed suit. "Yeah, let's wait."<br/><br/>He turned to the elder he'd missed come in. "Evening, Mr. Temujin, would you like to join us? We're going to forego dancing for the moment." <br/></div>