“What if the tailor also told the peacock he likes him best?” Kaz can’t help but question with his lopsided smirk, just to be a little shit and plant that seed. “You know in Ketterdam everyone likes to play what sides they can, especially if a large tip is involved.”
Of course he’ll wax on about profit and behavior even when discussing peacocks.
Kaz’s face betrays nothing as Jesper points out that he’s asking a personal question, because the other man isn’t wrong. Thankfully it doesn’t earn Kaz too much ribbing. At least not right now. Kaz gives a crisp nod following the details. “Good. It sounds at least partially productive.” Jesper can likely guess which parts Kaz wouldn’t find worth one’s time.
“There’s an upcoming function at the Fjerdan embassy that will occupy my time. And Lantsov’s guard dog has been angling for a meeting.” General Zoya, he means. Reaching out when they reach the restaurant, he opens the door for them to slide inside, the spicy scents already making his mouth water and stomach rumble.
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Of course he’ll wax on about profit and behavior even when discussing peacocks.
Kaz’s face betrays nothing as Jesper points out that he’s asking a personal question, because the other man isn’t wrong. Thankfully it doesn’t earn Kaz too much ribbing. At least not right now. Kaz gives a crisp nod following the details. “Good. It sounds at least partially productive.” Jesper can likely guess which parts Kaz wouldn’t find worth one’s time.
“There’s an upcoming function at the Fjerdan embassy that will occupy my time. And Lantsov’s guard dog has been angling for a meeting.” General Zoya, he means. Reaching out when they reach the restaurant, he opens the door for them to slide inside, the spicy scents already making his mouth water and stomach rumble.