Snippet #2706490

Seamus turned to the female who was pushed in his direction, arm moving out in a sort of flourish as he snapped his fingers and gave a small bow, using the opportunity to take in her scent before standing straight. The snap of his fingers, while perhaps just part of the flourish to some, was to command Snow to lay back down, as the Wolf had begun to stand, eyeing the female who appeared before her master as if ready to attack. The Wolf obeyed, and laid back down, huffing softly as her Master commanded.

Seamus straightened his back, amber colored eyes taking in her physical form from the feet up, while he wasn't star-struck, he did find her attractive to say the least. Rugged yet Elegant, he liked that combination in a woman, found it intriguing. His eyes, though friendly on the surface, had a predatory, enigmatic gaze to them as he stared at her form, taking it all in for the first time as though he'd be reporting her to a police sketch artist later. A smile tugged at his lips when she asked if she could join him in singing, and he gave a little chuckle as he plucked at a few strings on his Lute, the sounds chirping through the air lightly.

"The company of a beautiful woman is always welcome in my presence, more-so if she wants t'make sweet music together!" he spoke, the accent of his really coming through now in his words. Whether or not something else was hidden in the meaning of his words was for him and anyone old enough to understand to figure out. He meant nothing by it, though, and simply meant what he said. He loved music, and it seemed that she did as well, so they may as well collaborate.

His fingers deftly began to play the Lute again, a few idle notes as he sat back down and cleared his throat. "So then, lass...." he started as he turned his predatory Amber eyes towards her, seeming to see through her and search her own intentions. "What will y'be singin' for us?" he asked, licking his lips to moisten them, dry from his journey here. He plucked one more note on his lute before reaching into his cloak, and then withdrawing a flute which he then proceeded to play a few silly notes on, warming up the wood-wind instrument a bit before smiling. "And of course, what would you rather sing with? Me and my Lute? Or perhaps my flute; either way you're getting my bells." he had a sort of teasing tone to his voice, but meant nothing by it, tapping his foot so that the bells jingled playfully as well.