[Ianchus' fingers stay there, at the edge of the vortex, for several moments. Almost as if he's spellbound by it. It's clear that Tyki's words tempt the daredevil in him. But...
There's another component to it, and his eyes slide from the strange, otherworldly thing, to the man attached to it. His face breaks into a light, easy smile, and his hand draws back, reaching for the newly-emerged bottle of white wine instead.]
There'll be time for that later, I imagine. Perhaps we shouldn't rush ourselves.
[Ianchus loves living on the edge, but he knows enough to keep an eye out for the boundaries of other people. It's not fun if the other isn't enjoying it, after all. There's nothing quite like jumping together.]
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There's another component to it, and his eyes slide from the strange, otherworldly thing, to the man attached to it. His face breaks into a light, easy smile, and his hand draws back, reaching for the newly-emerged bottle of white wine instead.]
There'll be time for that later, I imagine. Perhaps we shouldn't rush ourselves.
[Ianchus loves living on the edge, but he knows enough to keep an eye out for the boundaries of other people. It's not fun if the other isn't enjoying it, after all. There's nothing quite like jumping together.]