Tyr wrote:Shelzais Sek wrote:Shelzais's orange eyes narrowed for a second, then she relaxed fractionally as the knife went away again. "Ah, the classics. An old-fashioned Sith despite your fur coat. Wrong sort of party for you, too, then." She grinned behind the rim of her liquor flute. "You ought to try dancing some time, though. The cross-over is more significant than you might guess."
“Taken under advisement,” he begrudgingly conceded. Tyr’s eyes flicked about the room, his ears twitching as snippets of conversation filtered through the dull roar of multiple conversations. He huffed impatiently, his brow furrowing.
"Anyone here you're curious about, master Tyr?" Shelzais took another casual sip of her drink, performing a reasonably convincing impression of a person whose conversation partner was a normal party guest and not a nightmare werewolf. There were undoubtedly people here who would make more charming or amusing small talk, but the frisson of chitchatting with someone who could probably take her face off with his teeth before she could get her lightsaber in hand--and sleep well afterward, too, no doubt--was easily the most interesting sensation she'd experienced in the last handful of days.