::I didn't say you had to frag her! Just don't be blunt in your refusal. Play coy and string her along - I'm sure you can manage that.::
He could barely keep from snapping, a rare possessiveness blooming in his spark at the sight of Ragna wrapping eager arms around the gladiator to sweep him off for dancing. It left him with more questions than answers. He wasn't the type to get jealous over consorts - his own time as one had thoroughly removed any such inclinations, if he had ever had any - so the confusion only worsened his already souring mood.
But he was trained and talented enough to keep the emotions contained for now, instead taking the arm of the offered party-consort. He'd noted Ragna taking her pleasure with the same femme earlier, as had others, and all had passed on their highest recommendations.
It would be an insult to refuse at least a dance.
"Of course. I would indeed be a pleasure." He smiled at the well-armored femme; the armor was a surprise, but it was as well-gilded and aesthetically pleasing as any thin-plated consort who might prance around without any armor at all to hide naked circuitry. And it certainly did nothing to hinder her. She melded easily into his arms with a coy smile, moving along with the music as though she was born to it.
Everyone had their tastes, and there were already several consorts of the 'standard' type roaming about. So he suspected nothing at all - and a part of him was thoroughly focused on keeping sensors tuned on just how far Ragna's hands might be wandering.
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He could barely keep from snapping, a rare possessiveness blooming in his spark at the sight of Ragna wrapping eager arms around the gladiator to sweep him off for dancing. It left him with more questions than answers. He wasn't the type to get jealous over consorts - his own time as one had thoroughly removed any such inclinations, if he had ever had any - so the confusion only worsened his already souring mood.
But he was trained and talented enough to keep the emotions contained for now, instead taking the arm of the offered party-consort. He'd noted Ragna taking her pleasure with the same femme earlier, as had others, and all had passed on their highest recommendations.
It would be an insult to refuse at least a dance.
"Of course. I would indeed be a pleasure." He smiled at the well-armored femme; the armor was a surprise, but it was as well-gilded and aesthetically pleasing as any thin-plated consort who might prance around without any armor at all to hide naked circuitry. And it certainly did nothing to hinder her. She melded easily into his arms with a coy smile, moving along with the music as though she was born to it.
Everyone had their tastes, and there were already several consorts of the 'standard' type roaming about. So he suspected nothing at all - and a part of him was thoroughly focused on keeping sensors tuned on just how far Ragna's hands might be wandering.
"You dance well. What may I call you?"