"Your dice, your game. Pick." The mood in the air was difficult to read. He'd gone from drunkenly staggering up the stairs, ready to spend his evening with a woman, to tearing her away from his partner, to now sitting in for a game of dice. It was everything but neutral.. right? "What're we playin' and how much is on the line." He sighed out the sentence as if it were legal fineprint that had to be read, despite each other's obvious knowledge. He studied her while she set the table, he wasn't quite sure what it was- whatever that was, back there at the door. He knew now it wasn't attraction, at least not in the typical way one would be attracted to the opposite sex. It was clearly admiration, but on some level, perhaps more? He looked at her in a new light tonight, and he wasn't sure what in the hell had caused it; only that it took a few bruised ribs and a chased off whore to be the first spark.
Jager Si'kaie
But it costs me nothing to kill you~
