"Its perfectly necessary." He says narrowed deeply towards her from behind his helmet. His expression however didn't seem to move as she seemed to focused on the word 'eyes'. He didn't know what this woman was capable of so abiding to her wishes would mean she won what she wanted and he wasn't going to let her win that easily. "The only time I'll take this off is when I know its safe for me to. And I know it's definitely not safe around you." He states cooly as he stands still like a statue. The only thing that moves is his cape as he stares at her. He didn't want to probe her thoughts. At least not yet. If she wanted to be that way then so be it. "What do you want?" He tilts his head to the side with a hint of intrest. His tone shifting slightly as he took a step towards her. But cautiously.
❛ is it? . . . truly? ❜ sounds so soft from her lips, dark eyes framed by black lashes are guileless . . . of course. a delicate lady such as herself wouldn't surely not warrant such distrust off the bat like that, right? whaaaat could she possibly do to such an . . . esteemed, most powerful man such as he?
❛ what could lil ol’ me possible do ta ten foot you? really . . . ❜ is Fiona exaggerating? well, yes, but how else do men do what you want without a little bit of fluffing their ego? all men are the same. where he stays stagnant, nary a wandering to the eye. she may not see his eyes, but she knows full well he is alert and closed off to her out of a silly suspicion of her. what would she gain from harming him right now? that should be an issue for the late game — oop. he may be stagnant , stalwart where he stands, but Fiona . . . Fiona draws closer with each passing tick of the clock. she debates herself on whether she could get away with stepping even closer , and then , he takes that final leap himself until both are face to . . . helmet.
❛ to view you up close and personal, of course. I do so love a man in uniform. you cut quite an intimidatin’ figure. ❜ the distance is crossed that last little bit by a hand placed just so against cold plating. dark eyes glisten even in the darkness, a delicate rosiness blossoms across the apples of her cheeks. the supreme is an attractive entity , and Fiona is fully aware of just how beautiful she is. she plays up how delicate she must look in comparison to stryfe ( @stabyoureyes ).










