[ he laughs and it's deep and quiet at the same time. nothing's an invitation until a woman says it is, and he believes he's fairly skilled at reading body language and intentions. ] Don't forget to take the clothes off his back when you do it, if you do.

[ karma's cruel. ]

Good evening, I hope. [ the dining hall's more of a pavilion so he can't circle around it and pour her a glass of wine like the gentleman he is. Dyson passes her the wine all the same, as close to her glass as he can manage without outstretching his arm and tipping something over. ] It's surprisingly good wine for being all you can drink.