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Sipping at his water, Nash hummed innocently. "I don't know what you're talking about," he answered, brushing his hair away from his forehead while shifting on Vex's lap purposefully. "I'm just appreciating the best seat in the house, obviously."

A cheeky chuckle escaped him as he felt Vex's grip on him tighten in an attempt to settle him, though of course that in itself was an impossible task. Let alone adding in the fact that all his hormones were out of wack. Really, the tightening of Vex's grip only seemed to dare him to try harder, Nash biting his bottom lip lightly at the thought.

Nash glanced up at Vex for a moment before turning his gaze back to the two down the bar from them. "I don't know," he faded out for a moment, considering Vex's words. "I mean, he doesn't look like he's got much that he's left behind. Maybe that's what makes him so creepy; how detached he seems to the world." A shiver ran up him at the thought, rubbing at his arms to try and get rid of the sudden goosebumps that appeared.

At Vex's next words, Nash couldn't stop himself from turning in Vex's lap, almost to the point where he was sitting sidesaddle, wrapping his arms around his mate's neck. It was a comforting embrace and he nuzzled his face against the reaper's chest, inhaling his scent deeply. "How'd I manage to catch myself such a good alpha?" Nash cooed before his emerald eye returned to where Sonata was standing and conversing with the stranger.

"We'll watch them," he agreed, nodding confidently.


Nodding, Matthias was impressed with how much work was put into this tavern. Many of the taverns in the larger villages didn't put in this much effort to satisfy their customers, in it for the coin and that was all. It amused him greatly to change the gold and silver in their pockets to stone before he left.

Without allowing himself a moment to think things through, Matthias suddenly found himself very curious about the creature before him. Darkness embraces darkness as they say. From within the pocket of his coat, Matthias produced a small dagger. Normal to the naked eye, but crafted with runes and etchings that allowed for the blade to break through the skin of the toughest immortal... like angels and their fallen counterparts. Even as he dangled the dagger between his fingers, his gaze didn't leave the purple color of the youkai's eyes.

Setting the tip of his pointer finger against the sharp point, he pushed down lightly until he felt the skin break and a warm red liquid flow from him. He hadn't been wounded in a very long time, and the sight of his own blood was surprising-- Taking a moment to examine it himself before holding out his finger towards the youkai, the bead of red settled over the wound on his finger. "You like the taste of corruption?" He asked aloud, wondering what he would taste like to the youkai. As an angel that had literally fallen from his grace, having been corrupted in every literal sense of the word, he wondered if it would be sweet to this man.

However, he noticed the shift in the other's smile, slowly pulling his finger away and drawing it back towards himself. For some odd reason he felt his old playful self come back to him, lips twitching into the first hints of a smile as he leaned forward slightly. "Unless you're afraid," he muttered in a husky voice, cold blue eyes staring down the youkai as he leaned against the bar counter.