[ truth be told, cassidy had never met any royalty before he came to eudio. back in his own world, if he ever meets a king it'll probably be at his execution, but even then the chances are low. his opinions about monarchies in general aren't good ones.

it bodes well for the rest of the evening that rafa finds his attitude attractive. his smile hitches higher as rafa links their arms. ] I'm certain I shall, certain as I am that you've sound judgment.

[ he moves through the door and waits for rafa to join him just inside. his hand has shifted from his pistol to his belt beside the firearm, his thumb tucked into the leather. ]

Oh, there's always the possibility of trouble. As you said, this bar be darker than most.

[ no where does his face betray that it was the prospect of meeting rafa that motivated him to bring the pistol, although his concerns about the clientele in this particular tavern aren't invalid either. he offers rafa his arm this time before heading for the bar. there's a space just big enough for the two of them, once cassidy shoulders someone an inch to the left.

he glances at rafa. ] Are you drinking? [ do vampires drink things that aren't blood? ]