"And you, Terra," he grins at the sight of the Atlantean in her red dress, "though I doubt I would need this drink if I had the sight of you to see in the snow. Your attire becomes you." Gradicus liked to flirt, but inwardly he hoped that Terra understood that was all it was. The day Gradicus failed to see the wonder in a good book, the pulling at his senses from drinking good spirits, or the rise in his blood when an attractive woman, especially an Atlantean, graced his presence with her beauty. These were some of the things that made Gradicus feel alive.Terra nods in greeting to her fellow Atlantian in between sips of her chocolate. "Gradicus. Good to see you again. You are looking well."
Gradicus became briefly curious toward the book Shaona chose. "Well, this time you will have to share your scaly, old friend with the rest of us, won't you? The evening is finer with your presence, Shaona." With that, Gradicus tried to find a tome of his own, preferably something about Lazlo. All the while the Undead Slayer listened to the chatting of his allies. Now that they were inside and warm with dinner forthcoming, it was proving to be a better night than his usual. Or at least far more interesting."Certainly didn't expect all of you here. Thought it'd be just him, me and his books." She slowly follows Gradicus' example to give the assembled books some attention - her eyes seem to lighten up as soon as her hand finds the first volume of interest. "'Quite old', indeed. Never thought dragons would hoard books until Olar brought me here."
Huh, thinks Gradicus as he stares at Sherro. Ignored by an Anti-Monster. The last one I knew was friendlier. But perhaps I forget my place. I treat these people, including my fellow Atlantean, like fellow gladiators. I wish for us to grow together, for our lives will likely depend upon our bonds, but I forget that none of them have likely known the life of blood and glory. I treat them too well and must remember, save Terra, we have precious little in common.he stopped for a moment letting Gradicus get out his jests, he is unable to frown, or rather, his toothy maw allows very little emotion but he never truly appreciated such jokes.
"'Between friends, there is no owing.'" Gradicus quotes to Brazamal with a warm smile. He did not know if Brazamal considered him to be a friend, but the young Atlantean was open to friendships with all good creatures, great or small.With a deep baritone, he says, "I am sorry for keeping you waiting, my friends. Please, let us make our way to the dining room so I can try to make up for being tardy."