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The male had figured out who he was and so he assumed that this was a conversation about this part of him, even though he had teasingly turned it to another conversation. “I make deals that help me and the other person I deal with. A favor for a favor.. a little something for something. I think it’s a very fair thing to do.” The demon finished his drink before he got to his feet. “I am not a fighter and if I have a choice, I will not participate in this war.” He licked his lips shortly, eyeing Leon and shortly running his fingers through the males hair. “It’s a little sad to know that this pretty face of yours.. may not last for much longer. What a waste.” Jarael could be bad, he could be a horrible enemy. But there were guy out there so much worse, and Leon would manage to run into one of these creatures. “This will get you killed but some people are intro the thrill of endangering themselves.”
Death was no longer a looming threat to him. It was a certainty. It didn’t matter when he was going to die, Leon’s foremost concern was how he was going to die. Mortals died. It wasn’t anything new. He doesn’t believe the other has fair trades. Demons were the least likely creatures out there he would trust. They bargain in half-truths and deception. From the looks of it, they were damn good at it. “You will have to participate in it whether you want to or not. It doesn’t matter if you’re a bystander or an active participant. It’s gonna affect you like anyone else stuck in this city when the smoke starts risin’.” He murmurs, eyes flickering over the other, offering a small disingenuous smile. “This pretty face has survived this long. I think it’s all gonna be worth it--” Leon hesitates choosing his words more carefully, all things considered. He was only human, after all. “I am just doing what I think is right. The future doesn’t hold any scary outcomes for me. I’m in the business of dealing spilt blood. You do your tradin’ and I will make sure my kind doesn’t get stepped on too badly.”
