[center][h1][color=686F91]Lucas Walsh[/color][/h1]
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[center][color=686F91][b]Location:[/b][/color] ARGUS HQ, Athens
[color=686F91][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Risa [@Lady Amalthea][/center]

Smirking as he listened to her, Lucas chuckled at her insistence she wouldn't return the clothes, as well as her next comment, shifting up onto his elbow to face her, not reacting a great deal as she shimmied out of the dress, doing little more than let his eyes wander a bit.

[color=686F91][b]"I do how like it looks on you, that's true - but like you said - I think you look good in anything."[/b][/color] He teased with a wink, watching her as she redressed herself. Scoffing at her last comment.

His right arm shifted up to catch the dress, unless it was on the woman, it certainly looked more like a piece of discarded but high-quality fabric. Tossing it down to the foot of the bed as he watched her, happy smile plastered onto his face as he remained silent for a few moments. The barracks was always lively, but the rooms themselves seemed deathly silent at almost all times, the walls were thick enough that you couldn't hear a great deal of what was going on outside, made for some privacy, but without someone else there, Lucas might've felt awfully isolated in there.

[color=686F91][b]"If what's yours is mine, dear - can't I just steal back my clothes?"[/b][/color] He finally asked with a grin, shifting on his elbow slightly as he kept his upper body facing her.