[And less of a worry as she sings, because this time he's just going to stand at the edge of the stage with his back to her, hands resting on the hilts of his firearms, and the perpetual scowl locked firmly in place.
At least, until she's done.
Until then, he's much like an immovable statue, set in stone, with only the slight turn of his head any indication that he's actually enjoying her last song. Once he's sure she's actually finished, however, he offers the crowd one last glare before turning to offer her a hand down - not out of any sense of being a gentleman.
More so the drunken oglers can't take the opportunity to separate them. Arching a brow at her, he cants his head towards the bar.]
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At least, until she's done.
Until then, he's much like an immovable statue, set in stone, with only the slight turn of his head any indication that he's actually enjoying her last song. Once he's sure she's actually finished, however, he offers the crowd one last glare before turning to offer her a hand down - not out of any sense of being a gentleman.
More so the drunken oglers can't take the opportunity to separate them. Arching a brow at her, he cants his head towards the bar.]
Do you want to stay longer, or head out?