The smirk remained on Nero's face. "Who I am matters less than what I have, and what I have is gil to keep you fed and sheltered, men for security, and a ship as an escape plan." He shrugged, and ceased his leaning against the wall, bringing his face uncomfortably close to hers, his earrings jingling all the way. A very faint cologne could be detected from his proximity as he raised an eyebrow.
"That's not to say who I am isn't important, because it is. And who I am is your only possible friend in this godsforsaken city." Nero's statement exuded utter confidence, the sort that a merchant might have when he thinks that there is no way you will not refuse his offer. Whether this Kink knew it or not, she was engaged in a battle of verbiage with Nero, a silent wrestle for the upper hand and control of the conversation--and control of the conversation meant control of the terms.
"That's not to say who I am isn't important, because it is. And who I am is your only possible friend in this godsforsaken city." Nero's statement exuded utter confidence, the sort that a merchant might have when he thinks that there is no way you will not refuse his offer. Whether this Kink knew it or not, she was engaged in a battle of verbiage with Nero, a silent wrestle for the upper hand and control of the conversation--and control of the conversation meant control of the terms.
