Salem was like the sea itself. On the surface, things may seem smooth and calm but underneath things were churning. Alaric could feel the shift in the man’s mood and smell the scent of something that was not there a moment before. Alaric shifted his position back in his seat, crossing his arms as Salem talked about the men from the caverns. “Investigate? Hmm, seems like a lot of work for somebody so weak. Interrogate seems like the better route, eh?” His brutish side was showing again. He wasn’t the only brute, Salem’s darker side was showing with his indifference to the death of the chief. Alaric had to appreciate that side of him.
As the two’s meal was coming to an end, Alaric was feeling something sweet and sadly, he didn’t think Salem was on the menu tonight. First date after all. Was this a date? Was it the first? They had eaten before while on that stupid fake justice request. Was he overthinking things? This wasn’t a date, was it? It was just two teammates meeting up for some dinner and drinks. Salem was just a flirt, he was a fae after all. What was that saying about faes, something about the face of an angel but the soul of a demon? Tricksters. “Meh, if you’re gonna be sketchy and manipulative, you better have a damn good escape plan. I’ve not known many of these folks out in the woods to be too forgiving. Its an eat-or-be-eaten world, not like the comfy streets of the bigger cities in the south.”
As the two finished their meals, Alaric felt more comfortable around Salem. He offered up a simple evening stroll to burn off all the wine and food they had consumed and maybe end up at a local bakery for something to satisfy both their sweet tooth. He had enjoyed himself today, both in their mission and now at their date, that’s probably not a date, date. He felt like Salem was interested in him but only time would tell. Alaric knew for certain, he would be requesting Salem’s presence again soon. Maybe this time the two could find a request a ways away and need some sort of lodging.
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