Monty has never kept his attractions a secret, not really. Some he was less public about, of course, but he's never seen the sense in playing shy. Fortune favors the flirtatious, after all. But he's never been quite so stupidly gaping about it. It's probably not a good look on him, and that's not something he can say often. To be fair, it's probably more the magic than the handsome man.
It doesn't seem to bother this fellow though, as evidenced by the highly unsubtle touches to his face. Monty's never been one for subtly either, thankfully.
"Very charmed," he answers, putting his deep dimples in full effect as he smiles. "Monty works, as well."
The words 'what are you?' are on his lips, but he bites them back to die in his throat. That's never a way to woo someone into bed, and probably the more pressing question should be: 'What drugs have I taken?'
"You're quite talented," is what he says instead. "I certainly never learned that in my school days."
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It doesn't seem to bother this fellow though, as evidenced by the highly unsubtle touches to his face. Monty's never been one for subtly either, thankfully.
"Very charmed," he answers, putting his deep dimples in full effect as he smiles. "Monty works, as well."
The words 'what are you?' are on his lips, but he bites them back to die in his throat. That's never a way to woo someone into bed, and probably the more pressing question should be: 'What drugs have I taken?'
"You're quite talented," is what he says instead. "I certainly never learned that in my school days."