Sinjir's about to sardonically ask the chair or my head when Ba'al cuts off what would have been a perfectly good annoying witticism. He shuts his mouth again, a little peeved in spite of himself that he didn't get to say it out loud.
"Can't be both?" he asks. "Scouting for a deal?"
He sits up, slow, enough that Hadad can know he's not going for a weapon. Actually, speaking of... he uses his movement to try and test, see how many of his subtle weapons Hadad might have found. He does have a few knives and a couple of poisoned needles, lockpicks, multitools, etcetera secreted around his person, but he's not stupid enough to go patting himself down looking for them.
"Also," he says, "does it really not matter to your boss? Which, I mean."
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Date: 2016-02-28 08:14 pm (UTC)"Can't be both?" he asks. "Scouting for a deal?"
He sits up, slow, enough that Hadad can know he's not going for a weapon. Actually, speaking of... he uses his movement to try and test, see how many of his subtle weapons Hadad might have found. He does have a few knives and a couple of poisoned needles, lockpicks, multitools, etcetera secreted around his person, but he's not stupid enough to go patting himself down looking for them.
"Also," he says, "does it really not matter to your boss? Which, I mean."