Dancing Fox Inn XI: The Menu's Made Up and the Drinks Don't Matter

[Holy-hunter]

Arlen smiles as he scratches the back of his head contemplativly staring at the sweets in the old lady's hands, a lust in his young eager eyes.
Eventually he shakes it off, politely waving his hand in refusal, not being sure he could take it if he wanted or what he would do with it.

Your still thinking and concious he reminds himself, pushing away the worries of the unknown. One new thing at a time.
His confident smile faulters,
Slowly and curiously he reaches out both his arms either side of him, extending one outstretched finger towards Leah's shoulder and the other to Naku's.