He catches a glimpse of himself in the reflective handle on the pan, smirking at Richard's remark. He does look good for his age. Given his lifestyle, he really shouldn't, but his father also looked absurdly, oddly young for his age. Maybe it was whatever strange, eldritch thing flowed through them, the blood of ancients keeping them younger and healthier than they ever really should be.
He's not going to delve into that, however. Not over dinner, not to Richard (now, anyway).
"Well, if it helps any, I thought you were younger than I was until you mentioned your age." Claurant sets about plating their dinner, since it's just about done.
"A flair for dramatics may as well be my middle name. Come, sit, I'm almost done."
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Date: 2025-12-17 11:31 am (UTC)He catches a glimpse of himself in the reflective handle on the pan, smirking at Richard's remark. He does look good for his age. Given his lifestyle, he really shouldn't, but his father also looked absurdly, oddly young for his age. Maybe it was whatever strange, eldritch thing flowed through them, the blood of ancients keeping them younger and healthier than they ever really should be.
He's not going to delve into that, however. Not over dinner, not to Richard (now, anyway).
"Well, if it helps any, I thought you were younger than I was until you mentioned your age." Claurant sets about plating their dinner, since it's just about done.
"A flair for dramatics may as well be my middle name. Come, sit, I'm almost done."