Nyx

[drfeelbad]

House was having a rough day. Not only had one of the poison antidotes he'd been working on turned out to be a dismal failure this morning (just ask the dead squirrel he'd been using as a test subject), but also his leg fucking hurt.

He was considering going to Hannibal's. A massage and an orgasm might do him wonders. But first he decided he just needed a decent meal and a drink. A drink or five. So he went to Hex's inn and sat at the bar, digging into a meat pie while a glass with two fingers of whiskey in it sat beside him.

His cane was leaning against the bar beside him, but someone bumped it and it clattered to the floor loudly. He sighed and started to bend over to pick it up.

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[drfeelbad]

"Very different than what you're use to?" House said. "You don't seem cold."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Where I grew up, my Kin were quite cold and aloof I think. I was a black sheep," Nyx said, looking uneasy.

[drfeelbad]

"Or a nice pastel rainbow sheep, among the boring gray ones," House said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Nyx let out a soft laugh.

"Perhaps," he agreed. "And you? What colour is your wool?"

[drfeelbad]

"Oh very black," House laughed.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Nyx giggled softly at that, all smiles.

[drfeelbad]

"There's something terribly charming about you," House said, sounding almost surprised. He wasn't used to finding people charming.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Told you, I'm fae. It's my magic- You can likely smell it. Makes people charmed. Sometimes makes them more than charmed," he added with a cheeky grin.

[drfeelbad]

House didn't really like the idea that it was just magic, and besides.... "Also you're just hot," he said.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"You're sweet," Nyx said, his voice a low purr before he started to laugh again.

[drfeelbad]

House wasn't quite sure if Nyx was mocking him, or... "That's what they say. Greg House, the sweetest of men. They also say he's clever, and not bad in bed for a cripple."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Nyx laughed again, sipping his drink.

"You're funny too."

[drfeelbad]

"That I am," said House with a quirk of his lips, and drained the rest of his own drink.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"And modest," Nyx teased.

[drfeelbad]

"The fact that you seem to actually enjoy my company has already inflated my ego," House said, amused.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I like meeting new people, all sorts. I like learning and chatting and making connections," Nyx explained. "And you are interesting and nice."

[drfeelbad]

"I don't get 'nice' very often," House said, and took a drink. "But I think you're interesting, too." Which was more than what he could say for most people.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Thank you, you are kind to say so," Nyx beamed.

[drfeelbad]

"And... gorgeous," House added, and glanced down at his hands around the glass on the bar. "Though that I assume you hear all the time."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I don't, but I'm dreadfully sheltered," Nyx giggled.

[drfeelbad]

"I see," said House with an amused snort. "Well I am going to stop flirting with you before I make a fool of myself. Besides, my drink is empty."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I could fill it for you," the fae said with a playful grin.

[drfeelbad]

House quirked a smile, and pushed his glass in his direction. "Does that mean I should keep flirting?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

""That depends, how well do you tip?" Nyx teased.

[drfeelbad]

House almost made a comment about how much money he'd spent at Hannibal's, but well, that might be reasonably taken the wrong way.

"Quite well," he promised him.