[Unfortunately for Laura, Matthias is engaged in eating, which also happens to be the activity he holds second only to talking and doing magic, which are tied for number one in his heart. All the chewing of bread and cheese means he can't pick up on a new topic just yet, either using something from her short response as a springboard--for someone else, maybe would be a challenge, but not for Matthias--or by his own volition.
As it is, he works quickly through his cheeseroll and it isn't until he's nearly through that he thinks to look over at her, and sees her looking down at her bread.]
D'you want-- [With his mouth full; Matthias shoves the back of his hand over his mouth with a sheepish grin, oops, what a clod. He holds the cheese block out to her.] For the bread. You haven't got to race, if you don't want to. I'll not make you. Just thought it'd be fun. We used to do loads of races, but if you don't like to, I dunno. You can still show off.
[Laura shakes her head. Matthias' enjoyment of the cheese is too great to take it away from him, especially when she is mostly eating so she can watch him eat.
She considers the possibility of racing being fun. When he says it, she can nearly understand it--it would prove speed, be a point of pride, perhaps. But that was Matthias and other men, she assumes. Matthias and mages. She does not think doing anything with mages should be amusement, but perhaps Matthias' presence makes everything else feel less...less like magic.]
I will race someone else. [The difficulty, of course, is in knowing who. No one else has claws.]
[No cheese? Okay, more for him, and after having confirmed this, Matthias pops another wedge into his mouth and chews it, cheerfully.
Her condition gives him something to think about. Luckily he's still chewing--not that that's ever stopped him before--which, when suddenly a thought comes to him, he practically chokes on what he's eating. Points, wildly, at her.]
Everyone! [Brilliant.] Everyone, you can race everyone. We'll put out word-- [He swallows, hastily, so he stops spitting crumbs on the table--wipes the back of his hand over his mouth again.] --say like, oi, d'you fancy yourself fast--and then you can beat them all. You can beat me first, if you like. Or, well.
[Here's pride. He grins at her. There's probably crumbs on his upper lip. Certainly there's a small bit of cheese.]
[Even with cheese and crumbs in the way, Matthias' smile is one of the most reassuring things Laura can think of. The fact that he doesn't require more explanation than a refusal from her--for anything--even more so.]
I will beat you first. [Not quite smug, but clearly satisfied with the idea, her gaze level with his once more.] What will you use?
[Since he does not have claws and, even if he could acquire them, she would be opposed to his having them.]
[But she probably will. Matthias isn't stupid. If and when she does, he won't be sore about it. What would the point be in that? He's got pride, but he's all right with being beaten if it happens fairly and preferably at the hands of someone he likes, someone who won't be a tit about it. Certainly Laura won't.]
And I'll use magic, obviously. I'm quick with fire. Won't be nearly as clean as what you'll do, right, but the point'll be there.
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Date: 2019-10-01 05:22 am (UTC)As it is, he works quickly through his cheeseroll and it isn't until he's nearly through that he thinks to look over at her, and sees her looking down at her bread.]
D'you want-- [With his mouth full; Matthias shoves the back of his hand over his mouth with a sheepish grin, oops, what a clod. He holds the cheese block out to her.] For the bread. You haven't got to race, if you don't want to. I'll not make you. Just thought it'd be fun. We used to do loads of races, but if you don't like to, I dunno. You can still show off.
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Date: 2019-10-04 04:50 pm (UTC)She considers the possibility of racing being fun. When he says it, she can nearly understand it--it would prove speed, be a point of pride, perhaps. But that was Matthias and other men, she assumes. Matthias and mages. She does not think doing anything with mages should be amusement, but perhaps Matthias' presence makes everything else feel less...less like magic.]
I will race someone else. [The difficulty, of course, is in knowing who. No one else has claws.]
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Date: 2019-10-05 01:38 am (UTC)Her condition gives him something to think about. Luckily he's still chewing--not that that's ever stopped him before--which, when suddenly a thought comes to him, he practically chokes on what he's eating. Points, wildly, at her.]
Everyone! [Brilliant.] Everyone, you can race everyone. We'll put out word-- [He swallows, hastily, so he stops spitting crumbs on the table--wipes the back of his hand over his mouth again.] --say like, oi, d'you fancy yourself fast--and then you can beat them all. You can beat me first, if you like. Or, well.
[Here's pride. He grins at her. There's probably crumbs on his upper lip. Certainly there's a small bit of cheese.]
You can try.
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Date: 2019-10-06 03:53 am (UTC)I will beat you first. [Not quite smug, but clearly satisfied with the idea, her gaze level with his once more.] What will you use?
[Since he does not have claws and, even if he could acquire them, she would be opposed to his having them.]
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Date: 2019-10-06 09:39 pm (UTC)[But she probably will. Matthias isn't stupid. If and when she does, he won't be sore about it. What would the point be in that? He's got pride, but he's all right with being beaten if it happens fairly and preferably at the hands of someone he likes, someone who won't be a tit about it. Certainly Laura won't.]
And I'll use magic, obviously. I'm quick with fire. Won't be nearly as clean as what you'll do, right, but the point'll be there.