Smolders from his seat at the other end of the bar.
♔ KNIGHT of HELL
[ he feels someone watching him, and lifts his head from where he’s been staring at his drink. meeting the gaze, dean watches him for a long moment, a brow raising before he looks away. ]
[Fuck it – he decided after that spat of eye contact was made. Raising from the stool he was perched on, Connor made his way over to the man before sitting back down.] “Ye’ve been lookin’ at t'at drink like yer waitin’ fer it ta talk back ta ye.”
♔ KNIGHT of HELL
[ a soft snort is the reaction that connor’s words get from the hunter. he lifts said drink, downing about half of it. ]
“if only it was that easy.”








