[Boring,] Vitaliara said flatly, her voice curling into his thoughts like a flick of her tail.
Lucavion didn't flinch. Just shook his head once, slow and bemused, as he set the half-emptied glass onto a nearby table.
"Care to elaborate?" he asked, eyes still fixed on the empty space Valeria had left behind.
[No need. She's just boring.]
He let that linger for a breath. Then—
'How come? I have quite a bit of fun around her.'
[Vitality doesn't equal depth.] Her tone was laced with a feline disdain. [You have fun everywhere. With fools. With fire. With chaos.]
Lucavion chuckled under his breath. "Well, yes. But chaos doesn't stare you down mid-ballroom and correct your nickname like it's a duel invitation."
[And that's the height of excitement, is it? Being scolded by a woman in polished steel?]
"I wouldn't say scolded," he replied, rolling his shoulders in a mock stretch. "More like… precision-checked."
[She has no fangs, Lucavion. Just armor and etiquette.]
