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"Great," he said and extended a hand to her. Gold rings, some inlaid with colorful jewels, adorned his fingers. "Your hand, then." And he led Elodie to the floor, guiding her hand-in-hand until they were exactly where they belonged—at the center of the room, and the center of attention...

"You catch on quickly," he said with a winsome smile. Which quickly fell. And rose back up into an impish smirk. "You don't believe me? Then," he cocked his head towards the ballroom floor, "how about a dance?"

"Oh? Big str-" suddenly recalling the last time he'd made such a jab, Simon was quick and smooth in adjusting himself, "That's because you only drink this Allirian swill." He turned his gaze to Elodie, who peered at him over the edge of her glass. Rolling his eyes, he scoffed. "Of course, I...

Wordlessly, the steward offered a glass to Simon, to which he refused with a raised hand. "You should be careful, Elodie," his rich Cortosi accent dripped from his tongue like nectar, "Wouldn't want to get drunk and miss out on the festivities." Looking out across the partygoers, Simon quietly...

"Salud," he bowed his head in response to her verbal jab, unphased by it. "You... came here not knowing that?" Simon wore wry mirth over his features, "Oh, dear me, you're just testing me, eh?" And he winked at her. His silvered gaze scanned the crowd, "After the gala when everyone has gotten...

Simon puffed out his cheeks and let out a relieved sigh, and wiped invisible beads of sweat off his brow. "Thank goodness. Oh, I'd hate to step on your toes," he smirked and leaned forward. "Had me worried there." And he leaned back against the pillar. "You know, same-old. Enjoying the high...

"I won it at the card game," Simon flatly responded, growing bored of the topic. The young man shrugged, "I guess I did some volunteer work for my scholarship at the College. That's no job, though, eh?" Simon chuckled and flashed a small smile at Elodie. He leaned back, raised a brow, and...

Simon gave her an oh-well-what-can-you-do shrug in response to her snarky greeting. "Can you guarantee that?" he said, leaning forward and allowing smugness to creep into his features. Simon raised a brow. "Dear, Esteemed Guest. It would be our honor to have you attend our annual gala to...

Ooh, she was properly incensed. Didn't take long for her to cut a line straight across the ballroom to catch up with him. "Not even a hello? Where are your manners, Elodie Rahlyn?" One corner of his mouth curled up in a devilish smirk. One of the first things he did after their parting was ask...

Floating about the ballroom already, Simon wore a flowing coat colored with hues of the sun and earth, cinched at the waist by a luxurious sash. Shiny golden hoops danged from his ears and nose, and a gold pendant dangled under the low collar of his tunic. Light music filled the hall, and Simon...

"Unless you have another reason to stay?" Simon pushed off from the bed and stepped up to the table. He absently picked a coin out of the pile, smoothed his thumb over one side, and tossed it back into the pile. He turned his steely eyes at the woman and gave her a once-over. Then, before she...

"Just a boring document—probably sealed with a fancy emblem. Don't you worry your pretty head, yeah?" There were a few things like that mixed in with the pile. Deeds to properties and assets. Things of similar value. What Simon wanted, however, well, that was for him to know. "You gonna stand...

"Si, si," Simon pushed off the door and passed Elodie to stand before the overflowing riches. Cross-armed, he stared at it a while, then glanced over at the redhead. "Well, grab what ya' like. There, eh, is one thing in particular I'm after. The rest—have at it." Even if she got greedy and took...

"Handy, that," the Cortosi remarked and stepped out from the alley. Despite her assurance, he hastily crossed the street, his head on a constant swivel as they progressed down the street. A sigh of relief as they slipped down an alley. And when they finally reached the small tavern and inn, his...

A nod, and he was off again. Without having to dodge another patrol, they arrived across the gambling den. A glance either way from the alley settled his nerves. At least nobody was wandering about. But what about the buildings? How many eyes would be on them? None, if they were lucky. "A...