essek takes note of how molly conducts himself, though such a thing is second nature to him. years of discipline and serving in a court has lead to such a keen eye, sizing molly up the moment he meets him. and yet, of it all, the most he knows about him for certain is that he is absolutely friends with the nein. they seem to take great care of misfits.
despite molly not showing the reverence typically held for the shadowhand, essek doesn't intend on returning such behavior, treating molly instead as an honored guest, which he is. a thin hand reaches to take molly's, and essek lowers into a bow to place a kiss to the back of his hand.
"the honor is mine, i assure you. please, come inside. i'm afraid i don't have much for the palette that isn't xhorhasian, if i can interest you in refreshments."
sorry for the delay, work is awful
despite molly not showing the reverence typically held for the shadowhand, essek doesn't intend on returning such behavior, treating molly instead as an honored guest, which he is. a thin hand reaches to take molly's, and essek lowers into a bow to place a kiss to the back of his hand.
"the honor is mine, i assure you. please, come inside. i'm afraid i don't have much for the palette that isn't xhorhasian, if i can interest you in refreshments."
he pauses, then turns to lead molly to his door.
"unless you'd rather get to the point."