“And for another thing, Da’vil, I don’t sleep with every man that I catch the eye of!” snapped the red-haired sorceress before she stormed away from the trestle table, deliberately upsetting the lunch he’d been thoroughly enjoying. Da’vil Graymare just blinked after her, a little confused by her outburst, but covered it by looking mournfully down at where his plate now rested on the floor by his boots.
He honestly hadn’t meant to set her off but sometimes his mouth ran away from him. Plus he tended to forget that little Koija at-Isant was still nursing a crush on him after three years of traveling together and him…well, being him. It wasn’t like he invited women into his tent or room. He just gave them the boyish smile he gave everyone else upon meeting and was too much of a gentleman to turn them away later on.
Next to him the third member of their little group shifted with a sound like a small avalanche and Da’vil turned to arch an eyebrow at the golem. “Problem, Crag?” he asked as the living rock formation had an oddly…uncomfortable…look on his face. Which was impressive given that his features weren’t meant to shift into alternate expressions.
“She make me have a rock formation in my pants,” said the golem slowly in the perfectly even tone he tended to speak in.
Da’vil’s mouth dropped open slightly in shock as his brain fought to process the words as well as the mental image. He was fairly certain that the former man couldn’t get that kind of reaction anymore but in the year they’d spent together, he hadn’t shown much of a sense of humor either. An unfortunate side effect of the process that had turned him into a golem against his will.
So the mercenary turned…whatever he was now that he was helping people just said, “You don’t have pants.”
Crag turned his head with the sound of rock scraping harshly against rock, fixing the man with his gemstone gaze. “Irrelevant,” he answered matter-of-factly before his attention went back to whatever he had been focusing on. Da’vil opened his mouth to say something but found he couldn’t find the words so he just shook his head and bent over to pick up the remains of his lunch with a slight smile.
He’s lost his meal because of Koija but it was worth it to hear the normally emotionless golem attempt a joke.
At least he hoped it had been a joke.