This man... was rather adept at getting on Van's nerves. But he, like Van, was open to anything. Flirting with women... and men, even. Oh what pleasure it was, were it not for the fact that Van enjoyed at least a little more control in his relationships. This stranger was certainly used to, and skilled at, stringing his prey -lovers, or whatever they were to him- along.
"Civil? I'm a pirate. Civility doesn't always come first for me."
A bowl of food was eventually served, and Ewa made a good point- a wonderful point. Van relaxed and sat down beside her as she curled his arm around his shoulders.
"Mmm, chaa. Sharing could work, baht you're much too good to give up," he purred, his accent softly lilting off his tongue. Maybe this wasn't so bad. Tension, tension always seemed to draw the women closer to him. Having a a sweetly inviting appearance was a huge advantage for him.
The newcomer had stared at him, but only for a moment, before his gaze flicked back to Ewa, and introduced himself in a flurry of words. The fluid formality and extravagance of his name reminded Van a little too much of home. It rang out like a word, with a hint of musicality and rhythm.
Wolf wind? Ravenous wolf wind? Who'd have bet? That's one hell an accurate name.
"Mirwind-zhenge, then, is it? I hope you don't mind that," Van said, with a grin, "It's an honorific, you see."
He reached again into the bowl, and playfully twirlled another meat-laden chip to his mouth. Smug, smug as ever. How can Van not be smug with a hot chick at his side, coyly giving him all her attention?
It is much better not tell him what the honorific means. It sounds pretty, I guess, to a Human. It's a little like calling someone a moron and then some, to a Beryllian. That "then some" being... Ah, what was it? Isn't there an equivalent term for that parasitic slimeball who steals away your women in Common? No? Hm, I must be mistaken. Ah, well. Whatever. You parasite.
