[Oh, hm, this is getting a little weird. Not uncomfortably just yet, but whatever breathless moment of camaraderie had drifted between them clearly had an effect on his companion. Hand dropping from the elf's back, Fenris shifts a little, taking a half-step to the side, putting a bit of space between them.]
Are you so famous, then?
[A little weird, but not very. Fenris' tone is earnest, one eyebrow raising as he stares at the other man. At those fangs, Maker's breath, and he can't help but stare for half a second.]
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Are you so famous, then?
[A little weird, but not very. Fenris' tone is earnest, one eyebrow raising as he stares at the other man. At those fangs, Maker's breath, and he can't help but stare for half a second.]
I would at least have my counterpart's name.