Snippet #2280302

Nathanial paused in the process of bringing the glass to his lips, he frowned slightly as he heard the sound of a soft feminine voice address him. He turned coming face to face with a girl he recognised but had never spoken to before, a blonde girl who he remembered as Whisper. She was younger than some of the other girls and yet Nate always thought that was older than her years, her eyes seeming to hold more knowledge and wisdom than a normal girl her age would. As with all of the girls here and some of the men she was shorter than he and had to look up slightly to meet his gaze. Normally he found having to look down irritating and yet oddly just then he found it endearing. He was surprised at that as it was not a feeling he was used to, but there was something about this girl that interested him even though she was too young for him. his eyes darkened for a moment as he began thinking of dark things that he could do with her and then he mentally slapped himself, sternly reminding himself that she was too young for him and certainly too young for that.

"Yes I am Gladiator." He replied his British accent strong in his words. "And you are Whisper I believe?"

In perhaps an old world, old fashioned gesture he took her hand and raised it to his lips bestowing a peck on its surface before releasing it again. Someone jostled him slightly as they walked past and apologised but Nate felt the usual anger building in him and he glared at the persons retreating back wanting to grab them and plant a fist in the man's face. The alcohol in Nate's glass began to froth, only slightly and it was only noticeable if you had a keen eye, and Nate looked at it and then at Whisper. Strangely he did not want her to see him as a violent person and so he concentrated on calming his irritation and after a moment the liquid subsided into its normal state.

"You'll have to forgive me." He said quietly. "I am not...good in social situations. You might find some of the others more pleasant company."

He did not want to stop talking to her but he felt he should at least give her the chance to do so if she wanted to, especially if she had noticed his little display.