[ rafa's fingers are a night breeze against his neck. not the night breezes he's used to in the caribbean, which are still unbearably balmy at times, but the ones he's grown accustomed to in the milder climate of eudio. the ones he used to know in england, when the leaves started to change and the fields turned gold. the kind that send a tremor down his spine. the idea that rafa might not be human after all seems increasingly likely.

but a breeze never made his blood run so warm, tingling beneath the surface of his skin. ]

Aye, explore they did, though now their primary concern be transporting all the region's riches back to Spain. [ he grins against the rim of his glass before taking another drink, and doesn't comment further about how intimate a knowledge he has of said riches or their transport.

as he sets his glass back down, his demeanor shifts a fraction of an inch. anyone else might not notice it, but rafa's senses are keener than most. on the outside, cassidy's smile remains in place, even if it's a little tighter at the corners. ]

To own the truth, I dislike any governing power what abuses those beneath them, [ he says, with perhaps more candor than he intended. realizing his misstep, he shifts back to center, his smile returning to the easy one of a moment ago. ] However, the royalty I've met in this place seem to be of a different stock than those whence I'm from. For one, they're much fairer to look upon.

[ watching rafa from the corner of his eye, he downs more of his drink. once he's set it down again, he slides his hand over rafa's to see if it's as cool to the touch as it seemed a moment ago. ]

Have you visited the beaches here? They're not the Spanish Main, but they've a certain loveliness of their own.

[ that vampires are allergic to sunlight doesn't occur to him.. ]