[Francis grins, pleased at the way that Steve fiddles with his darts, seemed a little bit flustered. And it was a good look on him, one that he was glad to be able to enjoy for as long as it lasted.]
Well, can't blame a guy for tryin'. The name's Francis.
[Even with most of the flush gone, that slight lingering bit of pink on his cheeks is nice. Of course, Francis isn't one to let something go that easily so he slides away from the bar, walking over to grab his own set of darts. And if his hand happens to lazily brush against a hip, bump against the small of his back? Well, it's not an accident, but Francis only looks mildly wicked as he grabs the purple darts from their place against the wall.]
I'm looking forward to dinner.
[Arrogant? Yeah, maybe a little. But it's more charm than cruelty.]
oh god I'm sorry this is so late???
Well, can't blame a guy for tryin'. The name's Francis.
[Even with most of the flush gone, that slight lingering bit of pink on his cheeks is nice. Of course, Francis isn't one to let something go that easily so he slides away from the bar, walking over to grab his own set of darts. And if his hand happens to lazily brush against a hip, bump against the small of his back? Well, it's not an accident, but Francis only looks mildly wicked as he grabs the purple darts from their place against the wall.]
I'm looking forward to dinner.
[Arrogant? Yeah, maybe a little. But it's more charm than cruelty.]