Raze could feel the tidal wave of irritating emotions coming from Tiamat. He called upon his training from the Kravos holocron to abruptly shut his mind off and let her experience the equivalent of having a door slammed in her face. The Sith lowered the joint of the helmet that covered near the lower hemisphere of his face to place a cigarra between his lips he made his way to the balcony, but not before pausing to do a few more shots.
If the Sith Lord was irritated, it wasn’t in any way obvious in his demeanor or his thoughts which were locked behind a fortress. The cigarra loosely dangled between his lips as he made his way over, and he was courteous enough not to ignite it until he was outside.
The only hint that the Sith Lord’s mind was preoccupied was that he hadn’t picked up on someone not only following him but easily intercepting him. He felt a touch against his forearm and he paused his advance. Raze’s head tilted slightly to regard the man, possibly the first time anyone had seen a glimpse of the Sith Lord beneath the helmet. It was nothing more than his lips, the dangling cigarra and the beginnings of some stubble beneath it.
Was this the same man from earlier?
Raze took in the state of his attire, the way the vest hugged his waist and hips to taper things down perfectly above his shapely legs. The man’s honeyed words only added to the reveal of what he had been hiding beneath that long coat. Clearly the Sith Lord had been caught staring as the cigarra unceremoniously fell from his lips from the sheer surprise. However, the object was easily caught mid air at his hip level between two fingers and was discreetly stashed back into a pocket.
He reached a hand up to close his helmet up, “Much better,” Raze stated simply, hinting at the improvement over the man's previous approach. And he decided he liked the man’s grin that suggested he knew exactly how much he was playing with fire.
With that, Raze moved the arm touching his forearm up to his shoulder. One of his hands snaked around the man’s slender torso, the other grasping his free hand. Without a word, he took several steps back to the beat for the man to follow and begin a new dance.
@Altaris