Dalton laughed, a little too loud in his tipsy state, but happily amused by her choice of words. “Well, not drunk, I'd hope. Just a little under the influence,” he japed, lifting his hand to demonstrate with two fingers, the fingertips only just separated. He snickered, dropping his hand as he stepped towards the couches, and the coffee table in the middle of it all. “But- Magic. I do have some ideas, and I think the water could work for it, if you fancy.”
He gestured to the couches around, a bid for her to settle down and not remain standing, but Dalton himself kept to his feet. The man wasn't a stranger to spontaneous rituals in his home, even if conventional wisdom did tell him to not make a habit of it. He'd only blown up some of his furniture in his illustrious career, so far.
He gestured to the couches around, a bid for her to settle down and not remain standing, but Dalton himself kept to his feet. The man wasn't a stranger to spontaneous rituals in his home, even if conventional wisdom did tell him to not make a habit of it. He'd only blown up some of his furniture in his illustrious career, so far.