<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1c/Lyre_Sly_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Lyre Savage (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118339#msg14118339)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pure<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br/><strong>House/Year:</strong>Slytherin 3rd Year<br/><strong>Date:</strong>Friday, September 29th, 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Bonfire, Black Lake<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Conversational. Favors?<br/><strong>THEME:</strong>Mafia scion (https://youtu.be/oOwU-nTokFU)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong><em>Finley Clark! Open Mention: Moray Morrigan! Iain McGregor! Xerxes Taylor!</em><br/><hr/><br/>"Tut, tut," Lyre Savage said with an underlying gloom, his hypnotic eyes unblinking and ensnaring. They were eerily calm as if disappointed but then twinkled with mirth. So quick on the defensive. His hand went to rub his scruffy chin. "Can't decide that a cigarette's a favor, Clark. World doesn't work that way. Nice try. It seems more like from this side you're the one who needs a favor. Standing here all on your lonesome." He chuckles slowly, almost to taunt.<br/><br/>His eyes flicked to the magical bonfire, deciding that Finley was exactly as cute as Xerxes Taylor but nowhere close to Iain McGregor's league. Mouth closed, he licked his teeth knowing Moray Morrigan would have won that cigarette by now, the fearsomely smooth talker that she is. He returned his burning gaze to his target. "I might be able to provide, depending on what that favor is. And if ... it is consequential? Then I'll decide the equivalent. That is, if you can pay the price. Let me clue you in, it ain't no damn cigarette. Now, let's start over, little eaglet."<br/><br/>Lyre leaned in with a smile. "Finley Clark, can I bum a cigarette? Or ... not?"<br/><br/><hr/>