Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-30014014-20190102010304

"Well..." Prad makes sure to face the undead lord in a way that his face is hindered from his date complice, Roda. His voice also gets a severe tone in decibels "...I've somehow managed to get..." he cuts his sentence midway, brown eyes darting quickly between Armate and the nursing werewolf, again with his expression hidden from her "...in a one-on-one...rendez-vous, and...".

He breathes in a strigent manner, part of him, his mind  most likely, struggling to find the words to speak, his anchoring to a date a first for the young man for reasons starkly obvious "...considering you've sort of...predicted this, I was wondering...whether you have a list of...favorable items my companion would love to...consume...".