His brow wiggled with interest as the Konti spoke, her modesty unsurprising to him given the relative social intolerance towards narcissistic or overly prideful behavior. But he knew she wouldn't want to hear his redundant, eccentric observations on the more shorter lived races, or races in general. His grin faded into a smirk, and then a lax smile. His eyes followed her movements along the river as he sat their casually, "Next to them? Why, it depends on the herb." He nodded, inclining his head in a slightly tilted agreement, "I can't say I know much about them, but I'm not going to be a fool and say they don't seem like a very flexible habit. If my ignorance proves otherwise some herbs are used in healing potions, and useful assortments like that, they might even help an Akalak warrior flex out his muscular, manly muscles to impress a Konti near the Bluevein River."
The way in which he said that was in such obvious jest, and combined with a slight bit of flirtation he was afraid the Konti would called him a weirdo or some manner of unpleasant. Yet there was a smirk on his face, still holding back a chuckle after his savvy joke about Akalak masculinity, and his try at flirtation.
The way in which he said that was in such obvious jest, and combined with a slight bit of flirtation he was afraid the Konti would called him a weirdo or some manner of unpleasant. Yet there was a smirk on his face, still holding back a chuckle after his savvy joke about Akalak masculinity, and his try at flirtation.