[Gepard looks a little bit ridiculous, crouched over there in the shadows like he's some creeping beast waiting for its prey. And, sure, there are times when Sampo might not mind playing the unwary victim to Gepard's feral, ravenous monster-- to be ravished and devoured by an insatiable beast-- but the effect is dulled a bit by the fact that Gepard's still wearing that starched and impeccable captain's uniform. He still looks more like a knight in shining armor than he does a predator.]

[Sampo preens a little at the compliments-- it is a nice color on him-- and adjusts the way his lapel lays against his chest, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle. How kind of you to notice that he's handsome, Gepard.]

Aren't I handsome all of the time? But I'll take the compliment at face value, Captain. [He did sure bumble his way through it, though. Thankfully for Gepard, Sampo finds his fumbling endearing. It didn't look like he had so much trouble when he was talking to those ladies on the dance floor, but here he is, tripping over his words.] It wasn't easy getting this fabric! Belobog doesn't seem to care much for colors other than white and blue. I had to have it specially imported, and get all the tailoring done before tonight.

[Never let it be said that Sampo Koski doesn't put effort in where it's due. He ambles a little closer to where Gepard is crouching, looking around the corner at him.]

You know, if you stay like that, you'll crease your trousers. You'll look messy for your next dance partner.