[He says it in a slow quiet drawl that has something wry around its edges, a slight sharpening of the smile that suggests she's onto something there, that the choice of words are apt enough. Perhaps it's not quite how she meant it, perhaps the implication had leaned only towards his occupation rather than something altogether more intrinsic to his nature, but they've been said, and his mirroring of them now is - of course - entirely intentional.
Whilst his eyes linger on the elegantly dancing gentry, he maintains that discomforting proximity, keeps her in the corners of his vision.]
Violence, mostly. Although it doesn't look as though we're likely to see any of that, tonight. A pity.
[And his eyes sweep back towards her, then, his own gaze quietly assessing. He can't know that she's thinking of what it would be like to fight him, or that he in turn briefly mulls over the very same thing. But it's a common enough line of thought for him, all roads leading to the same destination, ultimately. Hard for them not to, when it's what he's been made for. His conditioning, it runs bone-deep.]
Perhaps you'll be good enough to tell me what you think could be a more productive use of Joy than keeping one's betters adequately protected, regardless of how low risk this situation might be.
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[He says it in a slow quiet drawl that has something wry around its edges, a slight sharpening of the smile that suggests she's onto something there, that the choice of words are apt enough. Perhaps it's not quite how she meant it, perhaps the implication had leaned only towards his occupation rather than something altogether more intrinsic to his nature, but they've been said, and his mirroring of them now is - of course - entirely intentional.
Whilst his eyes linger on the elegantly dancing gentry, he maintains that discomforting proximity, keeps her in the corners of his vision.]
Violence, mostly. Although it doesn't look as though we're likely to see any of that, tonight. A pity.
[And his eyes sweep back towards her, then, his own gaze quietly assessing. He can't know that she's thinking of what it would be like to fight him, or that he in turn briefly mulls over the very same thing. But it's a common enough line of thought for him, all roads leading to the same destination, ultimately. Hard for them not to, when it's what he's been made for. His conditioning, it runs bone-deep.]
Perhaps you'll be good enough to tell me what you think could be a more productive use of Joy than keeping one's betters adequately protected, regardless of how low risk this situation might be.