[He at least understands that word. Something bristles in his stature, before its smoothed down into the cool edge of anger currently coming from his being. Another trap. Another time he wandered into something only to get something very different indeed. Afraid? How could he be?]
[His mouth draws back in a snarl.]
You wish.
[In regards to arranging his death - that seems like a pipe dream, some pathetic little fantasy. Lobelia has his powers, sure, but he's a Color. They are not equals.]
no subject
[He at least understands that word. Something bristles in his stature, before its smoothed down into the cool edge of anger currently coming from his being. Another trap. Another time he wandered into something only to get something very different indeed. Afraid? How could he be?]
[His mouth draws back in a snarl.]
You wish.
[In regards to arranging his death - that seems like a pipe dream, some pathetic little fantasy. Lobelia has his powers, sure, but he's a Color. They are not equals.]
[(And yet, you're trapped...)]
Call this off. And I'm not making any more deals.