[Except for the whole healing thing, and the fact that he can rip out a man's heart with nothing but his bare hand, and the fact that - sometimes - he kills indiscriminately and with such joyous abandon that he's unable to reign it in. But he doesn't want to dwell on it, not now, and for the moment he's caught between wanting to roll his eyes in frustration and duck his head in something almost (almost) approaching shyness because no matter how ridiculous the accolade, there's still the sentiment behind it.
The fact that Rhys thinks so highly of him-- it sets off bright sparks of gratitude in him, of overt gladness. It's a rare thing, to receive that level of acceptance and praise, no matter how strange the shape it takes.
Finally, the latter wins out, and just slightly, he dips his head. Smiles in a way that seems more genuine than the usual cold cutting expression he wears.]
Well. If you insist, Mr Kendry. Thank you for the appreciation.
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The fact that Rhys thinks so highly of him-- it sets off bright sparks of gratitude in him, of overt gladness. It's a rare thing, to receive that level of acceptance and praise, no matter how strange the shape it takes.
Finally, the latter wins out, and just slightly, he dips his head. Smiles in a way that seems more genuine than the usual cold cutting expression he wears.]
Well. If you insist, Mr Kendry. Thank you for the appreciation.