[ He pulled his hand back, holding it and the blood closer to himself. But it was more of an afterthought. Watching Ben's face. Trying to figure him out. Trying to see what this guy was. Far too still and calm. Even most collected people were hiding something. Fear. Adrenaline. A racing pulse. Instinctually afraid of him or excited for a hunt or pissed off by his existence. But never simply calm.
And the silted, professional language only added to the strangeness. His head tipped slightly when Ben spoke. As if trying to puzzle out the meaning of those words. The simple answer to the question was 'of course.' But that should have been obvious. His own voice was even toned, but rough. With a vaguely menacing edge. ]
[ Spam ]
And the silted, professional language only added to the strangeness. His head tipped slightly when Ben spoke. As if trying to puzzle out the meaning of those words. The simple answer to the question was 'of course.' But that should have been obvious. His own voice was even toned, but rough. With a vaguely menacing edge. ]
Why don't you ask what you really want to know.