Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2015 21:26:41 GMT -5
There was a definite laugh as Arturo suggested he might well intervene when next he had a pretty Lady in his shop. While honestly that would not have bothered him terribly much, save for perhaps the loss of her patronage, he would not admit it out loud. "Awaiting a beautiful man instead, then?" He grinned, giving his quip with a hint of sarcasm but a rather sedate, almost soothing tone. Mateo was curious to hear his retort, but expected his cousin to laugh it off.
He put a hand above his heart with a wondrous expression on his face, dramatically. "You humble this poor merchant with your generosity, good Sir." Mate grinned as he clapped a hand to Arturo's shoulder in a moment of kinship. "Dinner it is. And perhaps a hearty drink afterwards?"
Mateo gave an easy, friendly smile to Elisabeta as she came to side by him in wait. "The dress looks a wonder on you," he complimented her discreetly as their guests were a moment from arrival.
If he had been expecting a bigger party to arrive, he was disappointed. Perhaps he'd been looking for the wildness of a large group of nobles, and an increased amount of servants, busying themselves in talk, drink and food. Usually he was not a man to care terribly much about the on-goings of politics, lest it directly pertain to House Montefiore, and certainly did not make extra effort to attend events in the capital despite his permanent place of living. That all meant he'd not had a chance to dress up, talk among other highly educated, wealthy and influential crowds, in a rather long time.
Mateo's lip quivered with the supressed grin, as while he had thoughts he did not dare speak them out loud. Would the Lord Blackthorne abandon the young men from the thoughtful gifts? to which he clearly alluded to the romantic aspect of the decided prize. It wasn't for want of material goods, or to see just how generous and prosperous the family was, but simply for his own personal entertainment that his thoughts had wandered.
"You humble me, my Lord Blackthorne," Mateo said, inclining his head in a gesture of both thanks and of respect to him as introductions were dolled out. He turned his eyes to offer the same sentiment to the younger Lord Michel Blackthorne. Still it wasn't his turn to speak, as the Heads of Houses had their first encounter followed by his cousin-by-marriage's offering as Hostess. He followed the conversation of course, pausing only to thank the servant from whom he acquired a glass of wine. Brown eyes returned to the Lady Montefiore then to his cousin Niccolo himself for the forthcoming toast.
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Niccolo Montefiore , @elisabetamontefiore , Arturo Montefiore , Elena Sandoval
Remy Blackthorne , Michel Blackthorne
He put a hand above his heart with a wondrous expression on his face, dramatically. "You humble this poor merchant with your generosity, good Sir." Mate grinned as he clapped a hand to Arturo's shoulder in a moment of kinship. "Dinner it is. And perhaps a hearty drink afterwards?"
Mateo gave an easy, friendly smile to Elisabeta as she came to side by him in wait. "The dress looks a wonder on you," he complimented her discreetly as their guests were a moment from arrival.
If he had been expecting a bigger party to arrive, he was disappointed. Perhaps he'd been looking for the wildness of a large group of nobles, and an increased amount of servants, busying themselves in talk, drink and food. Usually he was not a man to care terribly much about the on-goings of politics, lest it directly pertain to House Montefiore, and certainly did not make extra effort to attend events in the capital despite his permanent place of living. That all meant he'd not had a chance to dress up, talk among other highly educated, wealthy and influential crowds, in a rather long time.
Mateo's lip quivered with the supressed grin, as while he had thoughts he did not dare speak them out loud. Would the Lord Blackthorne abandon the young men from the thoughtful gifts? to which he clearly alluded to the romantic aspect of the decided prize. It wasn't for want of material goods, or to see just how generous and prosperous the family was, but simply for his own personal entertainment that his thoughts had wandered.
"You humble me, my Lord Blackthorne," Mateo said, inclining his head in a gesture of both thanks and of respect to him as introductions were dolled out. He turned his eyes to offer the same sentiment to the younger Lord Michel Blackthorne. Still it wasn't his turn to speak, as the Heads of Houses had their first encounter followed by his cousin-by-marriage's offering as Hostess. He followed the conversation of course, pausing only to thank the servant from whom he acquired a glass of wine. Brown eyes returned to the Lady Montefiore then to his cousin Niccolo himself for the forthcoming toast.
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Niccolo Montefiore , @elisabetamontefiore , Arturo Montefiore , Elena Sandoval
Remy Blackthorne , Michel Blackthorne