Glad of the subject change, Basil’s grin widened at Nee’s laugh. The sound made him giddy, and the alcohol bussing through his veins only betrayed him more tonight than usual. He was glad to have such a friend in his life. It was so comfortable with Nee, in a way it simply wasn’t with… well anyone else, especially those darling debutantes his mother was so fond of. If Basil could ever find a woman he was so easy with as he was Nee, well, he’d marry her in a minute. As Nee continued on about finding partners to practice with, Basil’s smile faded a bit. He wrinkled his nose just a touch and took another sip of his dwindling drink. “I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” he replied, evasively.
Basil had never really posed much the question on wether he was attractive to potential partners, as much as he expected them to be attractive to him mentally and, he supposed, physically to a degree. Since he’d never really found anyone suitable enough to hold a decent conversation, much less devote his entire intellectual capacity to, the latter had never much come to his mind. He supposed he wouldn’t consider himself horrible to look at seeing as nothing was particularly asymmetrical on his face, but there were so many more commonly attractive individuals out there. Nee was the perfect example: he was chiseled from the same stone as Adonis himself.
“As for broomsticks,” he grinned again. “I do hope so. Though I am hopeless on one of those as well, so cheers to better luck with romance.”
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Eldritch Morgan
Eldritch Morgan