Snippet #2663750

“Well.” In a smooth motion, Madison had dropped himself into a nearby loveseat, one leg crossed over the other as he rested his hands neatly in his lap. “I’m glad that things went well, at any rate- better to be over prepared than not, after all!” There was no trace of anything in his voice besides sincerity as he spoke, eyes bright as he watched both of his company- although his gaze lingered on Aconite for a tad longer, ascertaining that the dryad wasn’t stumbling too badly. It moved on soon enough, however, as the other gave in, stepped out of his heels, and went to admire himself once again without the hinderance of trying to balance.

Dami’s persistence towards the skirt topic did not go unnoticed by the vampire, and it was with a soft laugh that Madison seemed to relent. “You really should give yourself more credit,” he remarked. “You’re trying to make it up to me, after all. More selfish people would just keep the money for themselves, and not tell a soul that they had it.”

Still, even with the researcher’s apparent acceptance of his friend’s offer, it was with no small amount of hesitance that the details of the skirt were fully voiced- as if speaking the words aloud would only serve to spark more concern regarding the damage dealt to it somehow. “Considering you knew how much it cost,” he began, toying with a button on his sleeve, “I have a feeling you looked up what brand it was beforehand, but…” Madison paused, and, lifting his fingers away from his wrist, rose from his chair and moved to get a notepad from his desk. With a few quick motions of pen against paper, the vampire returned to where he had previously been sitting, and passed the sheet onto Dami. In neat print, the paper stated the skirt’s status as a Burberry (a pleated, lace wrap-over mini, it mentioned), as well as a few other basic details regarding purchasing a fresh article.

“Don’t feel like you need to get it to me immediately, or anything like that.” Madison added. “It’s enough that you’re going to buy a new one for me, after all.” Even if it wasn’t with Dami’s own money, Madison felt, it was still the thought that counted.

Notably, the man still wasn’t at all bothered by the fact that his friend was committing a theft against someone involved in a mission, but the trouble that went into buying a fresh piece of clothing.

His mood seemed to brighten at Dami’s mention of simply going out to get himself a pair of tights, as the laugh that was brought by the statement was ever-so louder than before. “I suppose you’re right about wanting a pair exclusively for that,” he said. “If you’d like, I can go with you to pick one out- even if you plan on getting them ruined the first night you wear them, the material really makes a difference in the end.” Madison quite enjoyed going out shopping, after all- although with how chances stood, he would most likely leave a prospective session with far more than he had set out to find.

Dami’s next comment on his other company being “chaste” was swiftly disproven by Aconite stripping, although Madison appeared...quite unfazed through the event. It was with the same casualness that he had kept throughout the exchanges that he accepted his dress from the now-bared greenhead, folded the fabric, and neatly placed it on a seat until it could be properly stashed away. “I said one of my favorites,” Madison corrected gently. “I appreciate the thought, though; if you’d like, I could always get you something else to wear if you’re worried about damaging my outfits.” A compliment on how the gown had looked on the other had been hanging on the tip of his tongue when Dami had suddenly approached Aconite, purring sweet nothings and caressing the dryad in a way one might a lover.

Throughout it, Madison waited patiently some feet away, with the smile of one who had long grown used to such an occurrence. Once Dami had finished his cooing, the brunette took the moment to chime in, his own hands again left to rest at his sides.

“Well, thank you for being considerate, Dami.” And, yet again, there was no trace of sarcasm or the like within Madison’s voice- there was a steady cheerfulness, a steady light air that the researcher always seemed to maintain, but nothing else. Turning to better face Aconite, he waited a few moments for his guest to recover before speaking again. “Would you like for me to get your clothes for you? I wouldn’t want you to catch a cold or anything like that.”

Courtesy was an essential part of being a good host, really.