"Well, mai-mainly because they'll be asking a lot of questions. And I mean a lot of questions."
It wouldn't be entirely honest to say that the thought of more scandalous ways for her not to get any peace and quiet don't occur to him. She is, after all, very attractive. And the villagers are, after all, not dead.
He almost doesn't catch having been addressed as 'darling'. Almost. He blushes slightly.
His emotions sort of tangle around two very conflicting things, though. On the one hand is the soft and vague ache of dawning arousal, so vague to start with that it takes him a small while to identify it. On the other is the rather depressing subject of his reputation. Still, he'd best explain.
"Uh... it's... it's a pretty depressing story, really. I... have visions of the future and, well, a lot of people don't like what I see. So they think I'm bad luck. A curse." He waggles his fingers mysteriously for a beat or so. "'There goes that Bruno with his creepy visions that'll kill your goldfish.'" Then he wilts. "'Bruja Bruno,' they call me."
The part of his brain that'd been mulling over what she said finally pings at him and he blinks. "What... what would we be doing that'd be loud?"
He's not going to assume or even hope anything right now.
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It wouldn't be entirely honest to say that the thought of more scandalous ways for her not to get any peace and quiet don't occur to him. She is, after all, very attractive. And the villagers are, after all, not dead.
He almost doesn't catch having been addressed as 'darling'. Almost. He blushes slightly.
His emotions sort of tangle around two very conflicting things, though. On the one hand is the soft and vague ache of dawning arousal, so vague to start with that it takes him a small while to identify it. On the other is the rather depressing subject of his reputation. Still, he'd best explain.
"Uh... it's... it's a pretty depressing story, really. I... have visions of the future and, well, a lot of people don't like what I see. So they think I'm bad luck. A curse." He waggles his fingers mysteriously for a beat or so. "'There goes that Bruno with his creepy visions that'll kill your goldfish.'" Then he wilts. "'Bruja Bruno,' they call me."
The part of his brain that'd been mulling over what she said finally pings at him and he blinks. "What... what would we be doing that'd be loud?"
He's not going to assume or even hope anything right now.