The warlock inclines his head in return, the bow precise and unhurried - an old habit, performed with the ease of someone who has practiced courtesy longer than most have practiced breathing. He allows the attendants their work without interference, his attention shifting in quiet, precise increments: the twins' posture, the efficiency of their staff, the ease with which Crow moves among them. Competence recognizes competence. It shows in the stillness of him.
"My thanks," he says to the servitors when there is a break in the bustle, his voice even and warm without being familiar. "Your preparations are appreciated. Few things ease travel-weariness so effectively as competence." The dark red flicks briefly to Sepa as she soothes the camels, a quiet approval there, before returning to Crow. "That will be no trouble," Phyre replies. "I will have the list prepared before the night is out. You will find nothing on it that stains your boots." He pauses then, eyes narrowing just slightly with dry amusement.
"I trust you will exercise restraint in my absence and procure precisely what is written, rather than what merely catches your interest." Crow's exaggerated bow earns him the faintest curve of a smile before he stops for just a moment. The morning. The presence of sun. Phyre bristles at the mention but outwardly projects a calm facade. "I am unable to venture out into the sun. It is... Part of my condition. I shall have to receive you inside. But do enjoy your evening. I expect you alive, functional, and punctual come morning."
As Crow departs, Phyre turns back to the twins. The quickness of movement does not hurry him; instead, he allows himself a still moment, surveying the stonework, the angles of the entryway, the careful pride evident even in the way the attendants move through the space. "This place is well tended," he observes with care. "You honor your family name." Then, with a slight inclination of his head toward Anuket, deliberate but restrained: acknowledging authority where it is due. "I will not be a difficult guest. If there are customs I should observe, I would rather be informed than forgiven." There is no flirtation in his tone - perhaps a stark difference from Crow - but there is respect, and something like quiet interest. Enough to suggest that while the scholar does not seek to be impressed, he does notice when care is taken.
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"My thanks," he says to the servitors when there is a break in the bustle, his voice even and warm without being familiar. "Your preparations are appreciated. Few things ease travel-weariness so effectively as competence." The dark red flicks briefly to Sepa as she soothes the camels, a quiet approval there, before returning to Crow. "That will be no trouble," Phyre replies. "I will have the list prepared before the night is out. You will find nothing on it that stains your boots." He pauses then, eyes narrowing just slightly with dry amusement.
"I trust you will exercise restraint in my absence and procure precisely what is written, rather than what merely catches your interest." Crow's exaggerated bow earns him the faintest curve of a smile before he stops for just a moment. The morning. The presence of sun. Phyre bristles at the mention but outwardly projects a calm facade. "I am unable to venture out into the sun. It is... Part of my condition. I shall have to receive you inside. But do enjoy your evening. I expect you alive, functional, and punctual come morning."
As Crow departs, Phyre turns back to the twins. The quickness of movement does not hurry him; instead, he allows himself a still moment, surveying the stonework, the angles of the entryway, the careful pride evident even in the way the attendants move through the space. "This place is well tended," he observes with care. "You honor your family name." Then, with a slight inclination of his head toward Anuket, deliberate but restrained: acknowledging authority where it is due. "I will not be a difficult guest. If there are customs I should observe, I would rather be informed than forgiven." There is no flirtation in his tone - perhaps a stark difference from Crow - but there is respect, and something like quiet interest. Enough to suggest that while the scholar does not seek to be impressed, he does notice when care is taken.