I'll provide you a list. I tend to lean towards Southern comfort food and bourbon, but I'm flexible.
Perhaps. Maybe your magic can counter my genetics.
[And that's all she'll say on that, as she's still not one to wave around her succubus-esque talents. That conversation never seems to be an uplifting and positive one, especially among folks who should already know about her mutation. In theory.
If he's looking to startle her, he's going to be mostly disappointed as she's low key searching for something sneaky and magic-y to pop up. He's far too calm and collected not to have something up his sleeve, which is why she returns the smirk after only slight surprise, a gloved hand reaching out to poke his astral self in the nose simply because she can.]
The cloak's definitely a large part of it, but ah daresay the goatee helps a teeny bit.
[The mutant sure as hell knows better than to insult or anger the fancy magic and oddly sentient cloak, which is honestly absolutely stunning simply measured on visual appeal alone. The rest of that's very important icing.
With her gig up, she appears to roll forward through the air, adding a half turn at the end of the motion to situate herself more normally in front of him. At least, as normal as two people floating in costumes in mid air can be.]
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Perhaps. Maybe your magic can counter my genetics.
[And that's all she'll say on that, as she's still not one to wave around her succubus-esque talents. That conversation never seems to be an uplifting and positive one, especially among folks who should already know about her mutation. In theory.
If he's looking to startle her, he's going to be mostly disappointed as she's low key searching for something sneaky and magic-y to pop up. He's far too calm and collected not to have something up his sleeve, which is why she returns the smirk after only slight surprise, a gloved hand reaching out to poke his astral self in the nose simply because she can.]
The cloak's definitely a large part of it, but ah daresay the goatee helps a teeny bit.
[The mutant sure as hell knows better than to insult or anger the fancy magic and oddly sentient cloak, which is honestly absolutely stunning simply measured on visual appeal alone. The rest of that's very important icing.
With her gig up, she appears to roll forward through the air, adding a half turn at the end of the motion to situate herself more normally in front of him. At least, as normal as two people floating in costumes in mid air can be.]