[ it bodes well for him that she finds his accent attractive and not ridiculous. he never knows quite which way the coin will land. his accent is several hundred years removed from the bristolian of the twenty-first century, colored with caribbean hues and roughed-up by the harsh years at sea. new people generally seem to take to it, but he's especially glad that kenzi in particular is one of them. he leans his elbow on the bar, his grin widening at her compliment. ]
Oh, you flatter me, you do.
[ by the way he says it, it's not a bad thing. as kenzi makes herself comfortable, cassidy doesn't see reason to move to a table just yet. he doesn't require privacy, or even a semblance of it, to do this dance. he raises his glass in a toast, and the light catches on one of the many rings on his fingers. they look like the kind that will one day belong in an antique shop, or in someone's chest of family heirlooms. ]
To new friendships. [ and more than friendships, goes unsaid, but is very much communicated in his wink and his sly grin. he clinks his glass against hers before tipping it against his lips. ]
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Oh, you flatter me, you do.
[ by the way he says it, it's not a bad thing. as kenzi makes herself comfortable, cassidy doesn't see reason to move to a table just yet. he doesn't require privacy, or even a semblance of it, to do this dance. he raises his glass in a toast, and the light catches on one of the many rings on his fingers. they look like the kind that will one day belong in an antique shop, or in someone's chest of family heirlooms. ]
To new friendships. [ and more than friendships, goes unsaid, but is very much communicated in his wink and his sly grin. he clinks his glass against hers before tipping it against his lips. ]