[ Amos watches Drizzt's body under his hand, noting the coil and sleekness of muscle, before he follows his gaze across the grounds. To the vampire. And yeah, this all looks very horny, Amos doesn't really have many affairs with vampires, but—
His gaze clicks back to him when he speaks up, at the idea of someone getting hurt — here, in front of Yima's manor; here, where this is a place meant to welcome, not just now but throughout the year, important grounds...
His brow furrows. Drizzt slides his hand off of him with no resistance, and Amos looks back out at the vampire and what is now, obviously, prey. Technically it could be consensual, but even if it is... ]
Put the knife away. [ It's a command for Drizzt, though his eyes don't leave the vampire. Amos is quickly evaluating the situation, and... yeah, no. Drizzt's intentions are very likely good, here. He also has no reputation to back him up, so, maybe he shouldn't have something that's going to be used like a weapon out in the open like this.
And then he's the one stalking across the courtyard, blind as to whether Drizzt is following him or not. When he gets within earshot of the pair, Amos calls out to them, voice much louder than it actually needs to be. ]
You think this is the appropriate place to be doing that?
[ Whether it's seeking out a meal or bizarre PDA, it doesn't really matter. Attention is on the three of them now, and Amos carries a threat in his stiffened posture, with his flat voice — time to pack it up and for one of you to go. ]
no subject
His gaze clicks back to him when he speaks up, at the idea of someone getting hurt — here, in front of Yima's manor; here, where this is a place meant to welcome, not just now but throughout the year, important grounds...
His brow furrows. Drizzt slides his hand off of him with no resistance, and Amos looks back out at the vampire and what is now, obviously, prey. Technically it could be consensual, but even if it is... ]
Put the knife away. [ It's a command for Drizzt, though his eyes don't leave the vampire. Amos is quickly evaluating the situation, and... yeah, no. Drizzt's intentions are very likely good, here. He also has no reputation to back him up, so, maybe he shouldn't have something that's going to be used like a weapon out in the open like this.
And then he's the one stalking across the courtyard, blind as to whether Drizzt is following him or not. When he gets within earshot of the pair, Amos calls out to them, voice much louder than it actually needs to be. ]
You think this is the appropriate place to be doing that?
[ Whether it's seeking out a meal or bizarre PDA, it doesn't really matter. Attention is on the three of them now, and Amos carries a threat in his stiffened posture, with his flat voice — time to pack it up and for one of you to go. ]