I have a little more of The Sorcerer's Guardian for you today. Here's another moment between Savarin and Loriot on their journey.
They ate silently for a while, interrupted only when the innkeeper’s son returned to refill their wineglasses.
“He’s making eyes at you,” Loriot murmured when the boy walked away.
“What? Who?” He flicked his gaze to Loriot and then to the boy who was looking over his shoulder at Savarin. Seeing he had Savarin’s attention, he upped the flirtatiousness of his smile. He’d noticed that the young man—along with his sister—was pretty but it had just been an idle observation, nothing more. What could he be? Sixteen? Seventeen at most? Savarin looked back at Loriot immediately. “No. He’s half my age. Less maybe. No.”
Loriot laughed, but his green eyes were blazing. “I don’t think that matters to him. He likes the look of you. But it’s a good thing that you don’t feel as he does. I don’t think the innkeeper would appreciate it.”