[At least Kavinsky's quick to offer the reassurance that it's a magical superpower heart and not one he's carved out of someone's chest. That sets Cass at ease just a smidge more than before the revelation. Vampire or not, he's not into wanton murder and unnecessary gore and violence, he's a good boy who believes in only using that sort of reaction for self-defence and little more. Murder is a-okay when protecting a pal, but carving out hearts a step over into the 'weird' territory.
He'd consider himself well and truly confused by the offering were it not for that final little demand of a Valentine, at which point Cassidy can't help but scoff out a harsh, snorting laugh.]
C'mon now, you can't be serious.
[Not only does he struggle to believe a kid like Kavsinky would be chasing him with offers of Valentines, but he also struggles to believe literally anyone would chase him for that. Coupled with the gory presentation of an actual heart, Cass jumps to the assumption that this is some sort of dumb prank. Because gore can be funny!]
[why can't it be both? kavinsky's expression cools considerably. he sits back in his seat. not quite offended-offended yet— that, you wouldn't be able to read at all. he eyes the vampire, contemplating whether or not he should tip over into offended-offended territory, or stop here.]
Serious as I ever am, sweetheart.
[he cocks his head and carefully fits a smirk onto his own face, which probably means offended-offendedness is officially still on the table. (residing somewhere near the dreamed heart.)] What do you say?
[He returns the look with a level of scepticism that's clearly displayed in the hefty arch of a thin brow, knuckles resting onto the tabletop to take most of his weight as he leans against it thoughtfully.]
You gonna take me out somewhere nice? That's what Valentines do, is it not?
[See, it's not a no, he's just trying to weigh up what's in it for him. Cassidy isn't the sort to turn down an opportunity when he sees it.]
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He'd consider himself well and truly confused by the offering were it not for that final little demand of a Valentine, at which point Cassidy can't help but scoff out a harsh, snorting laugh.]
C'mon now, you can't be serious.
[Not only does he struggle to believe a kid like Kavsinky would be chasing him with offers of Valentines, but he also struggles to believe literally anyone would chase him for that. Coupled with the gory presentation of an actual heart, Cass jumps to the assumption that this is some sort of dumb prank. Because gore can be funny!]
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Serious as I ever am, sweetheart.
[he cocks his head and carefully fits a smirk onto his own face, which probably means offended-offendedness is officially still on the table. (residing somewhere near the dreamed heart.)] What do you say?
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You gonna take me out somewhere nice? That's what Valentines do, is it not?
[See, it's not a no, he's just trying to weigh up what's in it for him. Cassidy isn't the sort to turn down an opportunity when he sees it.]