While Ardyn didn't actually expect much of his suggestion, he's somewhat pleased that Ravus decides to try his hand at ordering their drinks. It's for the best that he doesn't realize it's to seek his approval; he'd be both too full of himself and simultaneously ashamed at the realization to think someone would want his affirmation of all people. "You may be surprised," Ardyn offers, without recognizing how right he is.
Yet. It doesn't take long. The man was enjoying watching Ravus stroll up - for more obvious reasons than others - and try to get the barkeep's attention. But it's someone else whose attention he draws, which- That's fine. Of course, it's fine. This is just a date and it's not like he has any sort of claim. Besides, he imagines that Ravus will fluster once he realizes what's happening and that might be a cute sight in and of itself. Nevermind the tension of his claws now scratching divots into the lacquered tabletop beneath him as his gaze is fixated on the pair despite himself.
He does, in fact, get a little defensive but it doesn't deter the orc any. For as cool and detached as Ardyn wants to be watching the display, he can't be. Maybe because he recognizes himself a bit too much in that other man. He knows all about finding the appeal in pressing a little harder against someone that could be perceived as playing hard to get, the enjoyment in the challenge of it. Maybe that's why his tail flicks and pupils tighten into slits as he huffs a frosty breath in annoyance.
It's the hand on his lower back that spurs Ardyn into actual action. He was willing to let it be until that point, but now it's personal. (It isn't, at all, says Jhank who is desperately trying to be a voice of reason amidst the turbulent, violent thoughts now circling Ardyn's brain.)
"Ahem," interjects the redhead, loud and obnoxious as he approaches. Despite this fellow being far larger and intimidating in presence, Ardyn isn't a man known for his self-preservation instincts to begin with so it really doesn't deter him any. "I don't know what you think is going on here, but I can assure you it isn't anything in your favor. I can tell you right now that he isn't interested and would likely prefer to return to his actual date."
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Yet. It doesn't take long. The man was enjoying watching Ravus stroll up - for more obvious reasons than others - and try to get the barkeep's attention. But it's someone else whose attention he draws, which- That's fine. Of course, it's fine. This is just a date and it's not like he has any sort of claim. Besides, he imagines that Ravus will fluster once he realizes what's happening and that might be a cute sight in and of itself. Nevermind the tension of his claws now scratching divots into the lacquered tabletop beneath him as his gaze is fixated on the pair despite himself.
He does, in fact, get a little defensive but it doesn't deter the orc any. For as cool and detached as Ardyn wants to be watching the display, he can't be. Maybe because he recognizes himself a bit too much in that other man. He knows all about finding the appeal in pressing a little harder against someone that could be perceived as playing hard to get, the enjoyment in the challenge of it. Maybe that's why his tail flicks and pupils tighten into slits as he huffs a frosty breath in annoyance.
It's the hand on his lower back that spurs Ardyn into actual action. He was willing to let it be until that point, but now it's personal. (It isn't, at all, says Jhank who is desperately trying to be a voice of reason amidst the turbulent, violent thoughts now circling Ardyn's brain.)
"Ahem," interjects the redhead, loud and obnoxious as he approaches. Despite this fellow being far larger and intimidating in presence, Ardyn isn't a man known for his self-preservation instincts to begin with so it really doesn't deter him any. "I don't know what you think is going on here, but I can assure you it isn't anything in your favor. I can tell you right now that he isn't interested and would likely prefer to return to his actual date."