[The arrival of the server is a relief, and Darkleer is quick to compose himself back into his usual blank slate expression. A part of him wants to straighten out his hair once more, or tie it back loosely, but he resists. That would give away too much. Best to just... forget it for now.]

[Taking a small taste of his wine to seem more casual, Darkleer narrows his eyes behind his glasses at the question. A slight surge of protectiveness wells inside his chest.]

They're good enough boys, and matesprits to one another. Equius takes after myself quite a bit in many ways, admittedly. Is there anything in particular you were curious about?