[Pfft, he will have you know people refuse him long before he points sharp shit in their faces for reasons he thinks justifiable. For a beat he eyes Doyle slyly, hungrily, too aware of the raw, gut-wrenching ache of need.]
I will take the soldier, gladly...
[The smiles broadens just so, a winning one, perhaps, were it not so darkly lascivious - - and then he waves a hand languidly in flippant dismissal, closing his eyes.]
The rest... is not of import.
[Just teasing horribly, as always. There is no threat here.]
NO U
I will take the soldier, gladly...
[The smiles broadens just so, a winning one, perhaps, were it not so darkly lascivious - - and then he waves a hand languidly in flippant dismissal, closing his eyes.]
The rest... is not of import.
[Just teasing horribly, as always. There is no threat here.]