"Given your previous record in predicting your hosts," Myr remarks, thoughtfully, "I'd think you'd have a little more humility about possible outcomes. He did leave you to sulk not so long ago," putting together the tantrum with exactly how far away Linden had placed himself from his Bonded.
The edge isn't entirely out of his voice; it couldn't be, when he's still poised on his guard for any sudden change in the demon's demeanor that would foretell an attack. Subsequently even though he can only hear it move--he mirrors it, spine straight, shoulders squared, chin lifted in silent defiance.
Natural, of course, that it would go for a dig at his intelligence--his lack of knowledge of its world--next; and it makes him bristle internally just as much as Linden's more thoughtless display of this particular arcana had. But this is a sort of dismissal he's encountered before, and the challenge will only make him work harder to rectify what he lacks.
"I don't think it matters whether I understand it precisely, to know what you are and what you intend. Besides, I'd call us even: You're from a place where I'm nothing more than a children's story." Bravado, when he assumes it already knows him as well as one of Thedas' homegrown demons would: Or maybe not, given it could have tried seducing him all along by being more familiar and less flaunting of its otherworldly origins.
I'm one of the People, you smug clockwork fuck. We charged the Lady's pyre in our hundreds when not a single shem would, knowing it death to do so.
"But if you'd care to enlighten me on the details Serah Connor left out..." He suspects it's not an offer he'll be taken up on, but given the pride it takes in itself, it may be worth fishing.
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The edge isn't entirely out of his voice; it couldn't be, when he's still poised on his guard for any sudden change in the demon's demeanor that would foretell an attack. Subsequently even though he can only hear it move--he mirrors it, spine straight, shoulders squared, chin lifted in silent defiance.
Natural, of course, that it would go for a dig at his intelligence--his lack of knowledge of its world--next; and it makes him bristle internally just as much as Linden's more thoughtless display of this particular arcana had. But this is a sort of dismissal he's encountered before, and the challenge will only make him work harder to rectify what he lacks.
"I don't think it matters whether I understand it precisely, to know what you are and what you intend. Besides, I'd call us even: You're from a place where I'm nothing more than a children's story." Bravado, when he assumes it already knows him as well as one of Thedas' homegrown demons would: Or maybe not, given it could have tried seducing him all along by being more familiar and less flaunting of its otherworldly origins.
I'm one of the People, you smug clockwork fuck. We charged the Lady's pyre in our hundreds when not a single shem would, knowing it death to do so.
"But if you'd care to enlighten me on the details Serah Connor left out..." He suspects it's not an offer he'll be taken up on, but given the pride it takes in itself, it may be worth fishing.