Sword of Shiraya
Lorn leaned back slightly, attempting to exude the confidence he had seen in Alfie, but as Valery's teasing gaze bore down on him, he felt the veneer slip just a little. "Well, a woman like you, Valery," he began, fighting to keep his voice steady, "someone who commands a room just by walking into it. You know, a magnetic presence that draws everyone in. And a hint of mischief, of course." he added with a grin, his bravado momentarily flickering as he realized how serious he sounded.
Valery's laughter danced in the air, a sound that only deepened the flush on his cheeks. Was he flirting? It felt like it, and it was both thrilling and terrifying. Clearing his throat, he took a sip of his drink, hoping it would help ground him.
"And now that you've won that yacht, I'd imagine a vessel so grand would be rather… lonely. I mean, what's the point of sailing the seas if there's no one to share it with?"
His eyes flicked to hers, trying to gauge her reaction. He wanted to know if she was enjoying this little game, this flirtation.
"What do you do for work, Valery?" he ventured, attempting to steer the conversation into safer waters while keeping the intrigue alive. "I mean, aside from dazzling the crowd with your presence and winning yachts, of course." His playful tone was edged with curiosity, genuine interest seeping through.
He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks again as he imagined her life, a life filled with excitement, laughter, and perhaps a little danger. Lorn leaned in slightly, attempting to encapsulate his own eagerness, desperately hoping that his charm would win her over.
"I'm sure whatever it is, it must be extraordinary. I can't imagine someone like you would settle for anything less."