Stormclouds Gather

[Hemlocke]

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Once again, he remained still, thoughts rolled within his mind as he stared deep into her eyes with his own, the crimson light had moved back upon her face. He listened, more manipulations, no more physical advance, she pretended to appear moved and swayed by the displayed, impressed. Called forth an ego that wasn't there. She didn't care for what he did, why should she, a diplomat, especially a noble from Gallia would have seen it all before. His brow furrowed, eyes flashing a glare as more words poured out in attempt to stroke his favor. She would call it politeness, he called them lies. Lies, he hated, and his face displayed that, a fire burned within his human eye, stoked by each word, yet it was not in her favor.

He let out another slow exhale, taking a step to the side, and in the same motion pivoting to face her, leaving her body rather chilled with the lack of heat, discomfort, he knew she was uncomfortable from her advances not working. She was under a lens, and for a woman like her, she was usually the one holding the frame of that lens. Though despite how wrong the situation was going for her, his face returned to neutrality. Offering a lifted left hand in the direction of the catwalk tunnel of exposed wires that went deeper into the ship, motioning to it likely as a gesture of attention, as well as a tell. Though his words were daring, if not outright insulting, certainly a jarring change from who she was used to dealing with. Pointing out exactly what she was doing, as well as re-directing where her efforts would be going in the following minutes. He wasn't playing the game, or even reacting to her carefully constructed tapestries at this point. He spoke again from his newfound position only a desperate inkling of a reach away, his tone once again proved to remain consistent, not tempered or marred by anger, nor annoyance.

"You came a long way to waste so much time on flattery. You had business you wanted to discuss."

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