[ The innuendo earned Jean-Claude a flat look. It was like Hannibal and his damn puns. Giving his face one more scrub, Will dropped his hands to his sides, sliding them into the pockets of his trousers.
He stepped to within a foot of the vampire, studying him with a quick flick of blue eyes behind the cover of the lenses of his glasses. His eyes never stayed in one place long enough, before he glanced off to a point beyond Jean-Claude's shoulder. ]
You're a predator. More importantly, more dangerous is the fact that you weren't always one. You know what it is to be prey, but now all that means is that you know how prey thinks, how they move. You know how to anticipate them but you also know how to emulate them.
[ His eyes came back to Jean-Claude and he didn't look triumphant about anything he was saying, he just looked ... exhausted. ]
This affability you've wrapped around yourself like an old useful coat, is a ruse. The lazy stroll of a hunter, lulling the herd into turning back to their more immediate concerns. 'Don't mind me, just walking through on my way to the watering hole, nothing to worry about, pay me no mind.'
You're experienced enough to understand that a genuine threat never announces themselves as such. You have no need for such displays, except for how they amuse you but right now you can put it down because you need information more. That means you're powerful enough to be utterly confident in this role because it means nothing to you, it doesn't define you and anyone who would be foolish enough to believe it, is beneath your contempt.
[ He paused and now he looked down, scuffing his toe against the ground. ]
You are manipulating what and where you can to gain dominance over this temporary unknown.
[ Now, this time he'll actually answer the question. ]
Two dominant predators in the same territory is usually a recipe for disaster. Not to each other, but the collateral damage to those around us. Given the small space we're trapped in, I don't think either of us can easily afford producing collateral damage to what little we can build here.
no subject
He stepped to within a foot of the vampire, studying him with a quick flick of blue eyes behind the cover of the lenses of his glasses. His eyes never stayed in one place long enough, before he glanced off to a point beyond Jean-Claude's shoulder. ]
You're a predator. More importantly, more dangerous is the fact that you weren't always one. You know what it is to be prey, but now all that means is that you know how prey thinks, how they move. You know how to anticipate them but you also know how to emulate them.
[ His eyes came back to Jean-Claude and he didn't look triumphant about anything he was saying, he just looked ... exhausted. ]
This affability you've wrapped around yourself like an old useful coat, is a ruse. The lazy stroll of a hunter, lulling the herd into turning back to their more immediate concerns. 'Don't mind me, just walking through on my way to the watering hole, nothing to worry about, pay me no mind.'
You're experienced enough to understand that a genuine threat never announces themselves as such. You have no need for such displays, except for how they amuse you but right now you can put it down because you need information more. That means you're powerful enough to be utterly confident in this role because it means nothing to you, it doesn't define you and anyone who would be foolish enough to believe it, is beneath your contempt.
[ He paused and now he looked down, scuffing his toe against the ground. ]
You are manipulating what and where you can to gain dominance over this temporary unknown.
[ Now, this time he'll actually answer the question. ]
Two dominant predators in the same territory is usually a recipe for disaster. Not to each other, but the collateral damage to those around us. Given the small space we're trapped in, I don't think either of us can easily afford producing collateral damage to what little we can build here.
Not for the sake of a 'game' between us.