[Darien – BoL – Stunning – Boatlysium; Cargo Section – Dangerous Reputation – A ]
Well, she’s starting to relax. Darien muses to himself, glad that the woman is choosing to let down those admittedly flimsy diplomatic walls. She’s not exactly good at it, but she is definitely making the effort. He wonders of the character of their sire, to put their childe into a situation they seem at the very least uncomfortable with. Ah well, all these thoughts will remain private; it’s not Darien’s place to pry.
His pose gradually starts to break down. While still sitting pretty, Darien’s general posture looks more like how they’d sit at home than at an official event. It still has that charm to it, the straight back and the crossed feet, but his expression comes much more easily now; far less deliberate and practiced.
Darien, for his part, does manage to look genuinely flattered; perhaps because he was. Rather than dodge the compliment by shooting it down, he takes it at face value. “I appreciate your admiration, but– I promise you; modelling isn’t that hard. I’d be happy to teach you a few things, if you like.”
With that offer on the table, he takes note of Ariyah’s prickly answer to the question of home. He’d assumed there was a reason behind it, but he didn’t think it was because she had something to hide. It did genuinely seem like there were some bad memories associated with it. He could understand that; Darien didn’t exactly like thinking about where he came from and where his roots lay. As such he tries to console the girl with both body language and words, face expressing some legitimate melancholy and support.
“If you don’t want to talk about it, all you need to do is say so. I’m not here to catalogue you. Pinky promise.”
In the true schoolyard tradition, Darien leans towards Aliyah, holding out the aforementioned finger for the woman to wrap around. He punctuates the offer with a warm smile.