Meanwhile,Jager sat somewhat propped against the headrest while he watched the exchange between whore and runner. Z was talking about their work, about him, about more.. And she didn't even need to elaborate. Her presence in this room right now far exceeded the reason to need to explain herself. He had admiration for everything he saw and heard, even down to the little prick against Leila's neck, compliments of the mi'quote's dagger. When the exchange was over, he'd quietly slide back down and crossed both arms behind his head. Jager closed his eyes and waited
Atfirst, he really didn't have anything to say. He was stuck in this loop, replaying her every word in his head, revisiting every sharp command and ever blunt insult. He wasn't quite sure what about it caught his eye tonight, but the whole thing was just so damn smooth. Even as beaten and defeated as she physically was, her words were as sharp as steel in order to get things done. He admired that. He enjoyed it.. maybe even on some level, found it attractive.
“Maybeone day, we'll go half's on one, eh?†Blatant sarcasm dripped off his tone. None the less, he sat up and moved towards the table. “If you go and get killed, I'll most likely be removing myself from Thatcher's presence all together.†Shrug.
Atfirst, he really didn't have anything to say. He was stuck in this loop, replaying her every word in his head, revisiting every sharp command and ever blunt insult. He wasn't quite sure what about it caught his eye tonight, but the whole thing was just so damn smooth. Even as beaten and defeated as she physically was, her words were as sharp as steel in order to get things done. He admired that. He enjoyed it.. maybe even on some level, found it attractive.
“Maybeone day, we'll go half's on one, eh?†Blatant sarcasm dripped off his tone. None the less, he sat up and moved towards the table. “If you go and get killed, I'll most likely be removing myself from Thatcher's presence all together.†Shrug.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
