frost.

frozen down to the core

There was a perfectly sinful sweetness about that sugar. Alexander's cafe always had the best. Frost was certain. After all, he had pilfered the sugar jars of far more then merely one cafe within the expense of the city. The Inner Sanctum used real sugar too. In perfectly bite sized cubes. None of the artificial sweetener nonsense or that sugar that came in those long thin packets you were required to tear opn and tip. No. Alexander's cafe had the epitome of sugar and truly Frost was assured the age-old Macedonian knew it. Perhaps that was why he often strove so diligently to defend it from his rouge equine companion. That sweet sugar had no sooner begun to melt upon his tongue then the young woman across from him proceeded to grasp the sugar jar and hold it upward and toward him- willingly offering it. As if she was trying to be helpful. The momentary alarm that crossed Frost's otherwise near emotionless features was surely nothing short of poignet before he reached forward to all but snatch it from her before hurrying into the chair opposite her. It was hardly his seat and yet at the risk of drawing Alexander's attention it was, perhaps, far wiser to merely attempt to blend in with the cafe rather then stand out. Frost's voice was near sharp, if not mildly exasperated, as he chastised his unfortunate companion for her actions. Holding up that sugar jar akin to a crime, or so it seemed. Frost insisted that Alexander was....temperamental about the sugar. The young woman seemed to consider his words for several moments, the surprise upon her youthful features shifting into a look more contemplative as she queried why Frost simply did not fire Alexander.

Frost reached for yet another piece of sugar, slipping it between his lips in clear delight- or as delight as Frost ever looked about anything (which really is not very delighted his face barely moves). His composure returned once more the snowy-haired man so appeared almost pensive over the question posed to him. His violet gaze shifted a final time to eye Alexander as he served another customer in his usual efficient demeanor. Frost's eyes returned to his new companion then, his shoulders lifting in a near casual shrug as if feigning nonchalance over the entire affair. His voice, when it came was even, if not almost disinterested once more.

"He is a good worker. I can overlook his over-reactions to sugar based on the rest of his performance. You keep a racehorse that wins races regardless of his temperament, no?"

That equine analogy would, surely, be rather lost upon the woman and yet Frost offered it all the same. Perhaps it would be better to steer her away from the matter of sugar entirely though. The sugar cube had all but dissolved upon the equines tongue before he spoke again. Frost, this time, redirecting that conversation towards the woman alone. After all, he hadn't seen or scented her here before. Perhaps she was...new to the city itself. Frost, despite himself, was hardly able to deny his curiosity in just what sort of a woman so boldly took someone else's seat. Her admittance that she was, indeed, new in some respects was hardly surprising. The woman elaborated further to mention Milsteads on 34th, the cafe her brother and herself had apparently frequented before having decided to try the Inner Sanctum. She had been impressed by the tea, or at least, what she had managed to try of it. Frost's gaze moved to follow her own towards the place her shattered cup had been only moments ago before returning to her.

"Milstead's is rubbish. The tea is alright but the food is no good. The carrot cake, in the least, they make a few days earlier and just freeze to try and keep it fresh. I can tell though."

Frost's eyes narrowed ever so slightly at the notion of this apparent attempt by a cafe to fool him. Him. As if he wouldn't know. A soft snort erupted gently from his nose as he reached for yet another sugar cube. The young man clearly intended to eat that entire jar if allowed. His awareness of just where Alexander was at all times hardly faulted and yet he allowed one of his affinities to reach silently for the nearest passing waitress all the same. That taint of power distinctly subtle and yet the vast majority of the waitresses here were nothing short of used to Frost in every fashion. His companions' sudden query on whether or not it was always this busy seemed to prompt a momentary silence in the Were once more. That sugar rolled about on his tongue. Hmmm. Very sweet. Excellent.

"Before nine is busy, midday and one is busy and after five is busy. You need to come in between those times. It's quieter then- and people don't take you seat."

One singular eye rose pointedly upward. Frost content to meet his companions' gaze boldly once more. Oh, he had hardly forgotten her original crime. Nor would he forget.

"Is your brother like you then?"

That sudden question was bold, direct and uttered in that same distinctly frosted tone the equine so seemed to offer the majority of people. That look of confusion upon the young woman's face prompting him to expand that question with a singular word. Frost, after all, was so hardly celebrated for his conversational skills.

"Human."
Any chance the young woman might have had to answer however was interrupted by the sudden appearance of a waitress with a replacement cup of tea for the one Emerance had lost. That tea, however, was placed directly down in front of Frost. The young waitress appeared almost flustered in serving the snowy-haired man. She always had been a little...anxious about this one. Frost's speaking to her telepathically so often seemed to fluster her all the more- such a thing was one of the very reasons the equine did it. Along with the added bonus of catching his new companion off guard with that seemingly silent order. Alexander had warned him several times over not to toy with his staff. Is it how you wanted it, Mr Frost?" The young woman glanced nervously towards him as if waiting for some kind of verdict.

"The tea is actually for my companion."

Frost nodded toward Emerance then before he picked up the tea spoon resting upon the saucer only to idly stir it.

"-but she took my chair. So i might keep her tea."

The waitress glanced near nervously between the pair as if unable to decide just how she was supposed to respond. Frost unnerved her. He always had. His lack of emotion was.....obscure. His voice was far too cold. Was he joking or was he angry at the woman sitting across from him? How she hardly knew! "Ummm, alright. Well just....let me know if you need anything else." The young waitress hurried away leaving Frost to silently continue to stir his tea. Or was it Emerances tea? How debatable.