Where be you going, you Devon maid? You tight little fairy just fresh from the dairy. ( he's never been to devon, or even to cornwall. both counties were too far south for him to have ever travelled to, short of anything required of him as a shadowhunter, and it often happened that cities were busier affairs. london, then, was about as southerly as it got. though he'd never admit it, if either were as green and pleasant as it was often implied, he imagined he'd like them — and like them a great deal more than he did london, at that. )( he sniffs after that, haughty and indignant, exaggerated and deliberate, before: ) I thought they were the same. You all speak the same, anyway. ( he's aware that they don't, that there are subtle differences in accent and dialect before one even touches the subject of cornish as a language. nevertheless, he's aware, too, that his impromptu quoting of keats serves as admission that his remark immediately after is nothing more than a bold-faced lie. )
I think I'm done with wine for the night, but thank you for the offer of a drink. ( a beat and a momentary quirk of his lips into a wholly smug smirk. ) I've jellied legs enough, and little care to find myself in the state where I no longer have any idea of how my body functions when in the company of Fair Folk. ( he's not quite able to help the hint of dislike and disgust that creeps into his tone, an otherwise unplanned tell of familiarity with the creatures. if he notices the giveaway himself, he doesn't attempt to backtrack or cover it up; instead, he continues without missing a beat. ) And I believe it's customary for introductions to happen before one indulges in a night of heavy drinking with another — but then, you do seem rather forward. Perhaps things truly are different in Devon. It must be quite odd for you, being stuck in a castle where the number of intelligent beasts outnumber the unintelligent. Not to worry, though, I'm sure there are plenty of sheep and cows to be found seated within a cadair somewhere.
( he pauses after that, both for emphasis and to take a breath, to watch her response — she's animated, and it's fascinating and hilarious all at the same time. he's intrigued, too, to see if she'll point out the hypocrisy of a welshman commenting on the population of animals versus humans (and others, but the details were neither here nor there — he's not about to reveal the presence of downworlders and shadowhunters to all and sundry, even though they were —here.) ) —William. Herondale.
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I think I'm done with wine for the night, but thank you for the offer of a drink. ( a beat and a momentary quirk of his lips into a wholly smug smirk. ) I've jellied legs enough, and little care to find myself in the state where I no longer have any idea of how my body functions when in the company of Fair Folk. ( he's not quite able to help the hint of dislike and disgust that creeps into his tone, an otherwise unplanned tell of familiarity with the creatures. if he notices the giveaway himself, he doesn't attempt to backtrack or cover it up; instead, he continues without missing a beat. ) And I believe it's customary for introductions to happen before one indulges in a night of heavy drinking with another — but then, you do seem rather forward. Perhaps things truly are different in Devon. It must be quite odd for you, being stuck in a castle where the number of intelligent beasts outnumber the unintelligent. Not to worry, though, I'm sure there are plenty of sheep and cows to be found seated within a cadair somewhere.
( he pauses after that, both for emphasis and to take a breath, to watch her response — she's animated, and it's fascinating and hilarious all at the same time. he's intrigued, too, to see if she'll point out the hypocrisy of a welshman commenting on the population of animals versus humans (and others, but the details were neither here nor there — he's not about to reveal the presence of downworlders and shadowhunters to all and sundry, even though they were —here.) ) —William. Herondale.