"Perhaps you're just easily impressed," Asra teases; creating water is a greater feat than transforming it to another liquid. Just a nudge at the nature of a thing, a request. Perhaps the man that can beguile water to be liquor finds little trouble with handsome young men. It doesn't hurt that Monty seems interested in being beguiled.
Asra lets his own interest slip their fingers together around the glass, but doesn't linger.
Violet eyes track the bow of lips over the glass, the shift of the throat. "Now that I've shown you something of my world, you should share something of yours. A dance, a game--an interestingly placed birth mark?"
Asra says world like he's from further away than just another continent, which-- might very well be true, given everything. Not minutes before, he was at home simply seeking solace from his father's uppity guests. Now he's watching a handsome man turn water to liquor, and maybe it's not the brightest idea to drink it, but he's doing it anyway, with a smile.
It's hard not to smile when he's being watched so attentively.
"I was at my father's Christmas party. I like to play a game each year where I find the loveliest person in attendance and steal them away for a party for two." Another drink, but his gaze hasn't left Asra's. "Care to be my plus one this year?"
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Asra lets his own interest slip their fingers together around the glass, but doesn't linger.
Violet eyes track the bow of lips over the glass, the shift of the throat. "Now that I've shown you something of my world, you should share something of yours. A dance, a game--an interestingly placed birth mark?"
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It's hard not to smile when he's being watched so attentively.
"I was at my father's Christmas party. I like to play a game each year where I find the loveliest person in attendance and steal them away for a party for two." Another drink, but his gaze hasn't left Asra's. "Care to be my plus one this year?"