[ She wants to swear when he repeats her words, wants to let out a very sharp Maker and put some distance between them. What is this? She's met some... stranger Enforcers in her day, sure, but this guy truly takes the cake.
Instead though, she smiles and keeps herself at ease. She doesn't put distance between them. She lets this -- whatever this is -- continue. Curiosity killed the cat, she knows but. The second part. Satisfaction brought it back. Hawke's certain she has a few lives of her own left, if not nine, she can poke this beast. ]
Oh, night's still young. You know what they say, it isn't a true party of the Nine if there isn't an assassination, hm?
[ The assessment will show that she's definitely got muscle underneath the dress. She's lean but strong, hands calloused and bits of scar poking up under her collar and the skin of her legs. She's got the red across her nose too -- a bit of a mystery if it's blood or make up, but it definitely gives the look of the former. Faded scars on her knuckles are enough to show her primary weapon is her hands. Less of a weapon, more of a wall. ]
One's... betters? Ah. Well, there are plenty of uses I can think of when it comes to one's betters, but fortunately enough for me, I see none of said betters in this room right now. A true shame. When it comes to myself though, I use my Joy on drink. On... pleasure, in whatever kinds I prefer at the time. That's always a preference.
[ A pause and -- ]
Though, I suppose one could argue that these people too are using their Joy to purchase pleasure as well. It all comes around in the end.
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Instead though, she smiles and keeps herself at ease. She doesn't put distance between them. She lets this -- whatever this is -- continue. Curiosity killed the cat, she knows but. The second part. Satisfaction brought it back. Hawke's certain she has a few lives of her own left, if not nine, she can poke this beast. ]
Oh, night's still young. You know what they say, it isn't a true party of the Nine if there isn't an assassination, hm?
[ The assessment will show that she's definitely got muscle underneath the dress. She's lean but strong, hands calloused and bits of scar poking up under her collar and the skin of her legs. She's got the red across her nose too -- a bit of a mystery if it's blood or make up, but it definitely gives the look of the former. Faded scars on her knuckles are enough to show her primary weapon is her hands. Less of a weapon, more of a wall. ]
One's... betters? Ah. Well, there are plenty of uses I can think of when it comes to one's betters, but fortunately enough for me, I see none of said betters in this room right now. A true shame. When it comes to myself though, I use my Joy on drink. On... pleasure, in whatever kinds I prefer at the time. That's always a preference.
[ A pause and -- ]
Though, I suppose one could argue that these people too are using their Joy to purchase pleasure as well. It all comes around in the end.