Deltan narrowed his blue eyes at Caela, his expression more playful than annoyed. At least she was amused at his dislike of her city's Slag Heap, rather than offended by it. Deltan wouldn't have put it past her; these Sunberthans were odd folk. He supposed they weren't all bad, though.
Caela's reply to his question made the young man chuckle wryly, rubbing at the back of his neck. "I guess you're stuck with it," he commented, then quickly added, "Nothing at all like it. If Syliras had a Slag Heap, we wouldn't rest until it was out, and we don't have to worry too much about fire." Then again, Deltan supposed that a big heap of...whatever it was...would be good for heating Syliras. It would make the entire city stink, though.
Deltan noted with amusement that Caela blushed when he stared at her, a small, teasing smirk on his face. Deltan rather liked her; he supposed he'd want to get to know her better, sometime. If he could make someone like her turn red in the cheeks against her will, then at least some of the woman she seemed to be was genuine. Deltan would have a hard time trusting that people were who they seemed to be, for a while. That saddened the young man.
When he made to leave, Caela eyed him with confusion, though she still seemed jocular. "So keen to leave me, eh? And here I was thinking that you were enjoying my company."
Deltan shook his head, his smile broadening at her behavior. "If I keep talking with you, I won't have a place to sleep tonight. No money, remember?" He asked, forcing a chuckle. It was a bit easier, thanks to the light mood between them. Still, he had to repress anger at the whore who had stolen from him.
When asked where he lived, Deltan quickly answered, "The... Sunset Quarters. That's where the cheap houses are, right?" It was what he'd heard, at least. "Just ask for me there." The young man grinned and made a flamboyant bow that was so outrageous it would have offended anyone who thought they deserved that sort of courtesy. Deltan was glad Caela didn't seem the sort to demand that. Then again, she worked in a tavern; she had no reason to expect it.
"Until next time, Caela."
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