It's difficult not to be distracted by the flick of Shalem's tail or the iridescence of its scales as he moves, but V does not exactly openly stare. He also, apparently, has enough manners not to flat out remark on it. Then again, it's also difficult not to be distracted by the the ends of his own hair cloying to his neck or the drip of sweat down his back.
He fidgets, certainly, when Shalem calls out the fact that he's overheating, trying no to react to the uncomfortable cling of the fabric. The grimace, brief as it is, can't quite be curtailed.
"There is such a thing in this place?" Taking his weight from his cane, nevertheless, V gestures that Shalem take the lead, before settling in to follow him. His free hand settles against his chest, partly to balance the jacket draped over his arm and partly to begin uncomfortably picking at the top bottom of his vest.
"You seem less than perturbed by the humidity," he assesses, somewhat quizzically.
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He fidgets, certainly, when Shalem calls out the fact that he's overheating, trying no to react to the uncomfortable cling of the fabric. The grimace, brief as it is, can't quite be curtailed.
"There is such a thing in this place?" Taking his weight from his cane, nevertheless, V gestures that Shalem take the lead, before settling in to follow him. His free hand settles against his chest, partly to balance the jacket draped over his arm and partly to begin uncomfortably picking at the top bottom of his vest.
"You seem less than perturbed by the humidity," he assesses, somewhat quizzically.