When Nari took the flask, Dalton took the opportunity to slip off his shoes. His usual pair of slippers were within reach, next to the basket of guest slippers. He tucked them onto his feet and put his shoes away so no one would trip on them in the hallway. It was a quick task, so he was turning back to Nari as she rolled the flask around in her hand, the thoughtful hum catching his attention.
When she held it out to him, Dalton accepted it and smiled thoughtfully at her question. He turned the flask over in his own hands, examining the contents. “Of course. Hm—” he interrupted himself, hand lifting to his chin and considering the flask. Possibly, if- he shook his head, as if shaking the thoughts of out of his head. “Come, let me get you a drink. I have to be the gracious host before you get me going on magical theory.”
He was chuckling as he said it, gesturing with a hand towards the living room. The space beyond open threshold was spacious, large and comfortable couches taking up the central space, with a bar cabinet by one of the walls. The windows facing outwards, to the garden, were large and in the evening, pools of black beyond the lit interior.
When she held it out to him, Dalton accepted it and smiled thoughtfully at her question. He turned the flask over in his own hands, examining the contents. “Of course. Hm—” he interrupted himself, hand lifting to his chin and considering the flask. Possibly, if- he shook his head, as if shaking the thoughts of out of his head. “Come, let me get you a drink. I have to be the gracious host before you get me going on magical theory.”
He was chuckling as he said it, gesturing with a hand towards the living room. The space beyond open threshold was spacious, large and comfortable couches taking up the central space, with a bar cabinet by one of the walls. The windows facing outwards, to the garden, were large and in the evening, pools of black beyond the lit interior.