Choices

[Oriena]

The two men seemed to be rubbing each other up the wrong way. Completely intentionally, though probably moreso on Nox's part than Giovanni's. He just seemed generally fucked off, at the American's intrusion, at Ori - probably at himself, too. "пиндос.*"
She chuckled, pressed her eyes to the ceiling, and it was clear by the slow way she pronounced the slur that she made a point of using her own language. Otherwise she seemed to take Nox's insult in stride. And it was an insult, whether he softened it with a smarmy kiss on the hand and buttered compliments or not.

"Poor lamb."
She grinned over the rim of her glass, apparently amused by Giovanni's frail constitution. The ice clinked as she placed the drink back down, empty, and pulled Nox's offering into her grasp instead. She toyed with the challenge lit brazen in her expression, gave her companions a little time to wonder at the mischief. And worry. "Words are cheap. Why don't you show him a little divinity, Giovanni?"


[[*mild slur for an American, in case anyone wonders or cares =P]]