At the suggestion, Alec let out a low, yet long laughter, fitting to the maddest of hatters, soon he shook his head. “No, buddy, that’s a waste of time and good magic, you and I, together, will go and look for something bigger, something that could easily maim me if I mess up just once, a drunkard is too much of an easy job, you can cover their eyes and crack their necks, simple as that.”
A smile came to his face, though not gentle, more akin to a smirk. “What are you, a coward? While messing with those weaker to you may be fun, it’s way too easy, don’t you think a challenge will bring out the excitement you’re probably seeking?” Alec defied the other, almost as if the annoyance he felt by the lingering touch spoke for him. “If you want, sure bring a drunkard, we can trip him, break his nose and take the coins he’s got left to visit another bar.”
“All in all, I am slightly offended that you would suggest something like that.” While it sounded more like joking, he did mean it, his magic was not to be used on anybody! It was art! Of the finest! A drunkard would not appreciate it, nor would Alec get anything good from it anyways. “If you want to back away, however, I can put this deck away, bring out the normal one and go back to guessing your card, maybe even guess the drunkard’s, mm?” Almost as if making fun of Emillio, the sorcerer’s eyes locked onto his.
Of course, he was mischievous, cruel, as well, but he was like that for plenty of reasons, being plain out cruel without a reason was not something Alec would really do.
