CERULEAN EYES WIDENED, a brow rising as his smirk became honest, a countenance of falsified humor made reality as he hummed, a finger tracing over his lip, hand on his chin in piqued interest.
“AAAH … I SEE how it is …” he grinned wickedly. “Yes, I’d say there is a certain beauty in deceit. But it’s only of any good if it goes by undetected, dear jailer. You haven’t quite perfected that art, despite your numerous other successes, so I’d try to find something else to brag about. Something that isn’t about your servitude, I’d recommend; you unfortunately aren’t able to trump me in that aspect, and I’d hate to wound your pride even further.”
“THOUGH I CAN see the art of subtlety isn’t quite your thing either. But if it’s a spar you’re after, then so be it. May I suggest low - friction tactical grappling & strategy?”
❛ i don’t need to deceive you, though. ❜ singsong cadence carries the underlying promise of a struggle, just for the sake of it, to keep his fingers from twitching to sheathed naginata. ❛ i’ve already got you where i want you! i don’t see the harm in dropping the cloak for a while, if you keep it between us. ❜
for all the syrup he pours forth there’s a lasting stutter in his satisfaction-- is he so easily read by anyone who bothers to look? so easily bested by one that he captured? ❛ oh? so was being thrown in here a part of some master plan you have yet to reveal, then? color me humbled. we’re all just pawns on your board, aren’t we? will you make me king, for my troubles? ❜
❛ subtlety, once you’ve reached a certain pinnacle, is useless-- anyone could look at me and know it was false. hmm? what’s that... some nohrian training technique? ❜
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