His eyes twinkle. A joke, of course. People don't really come back from the dead. The bodies going into rigor mortis around them are proof enough of that.
There's very little distance between them now. Catlike, he watches her. His gaze is half-predatory, half simply enjoying the unearthly beauty of her in the greenish glow.
"I knew an innkeeper once. He was more than an innkeeper, too. But I think you might be made of tougher stuff than he was. Am I right?"
A hand slides into his pocket. But he keeps a thumb poking out so she can see the pocket isn't shallow enough to hide a weapon. "Seems like you're good at sensing things, too." She knew how to pump him for information, after all.
sorry this is so late!
His eyes twinkle. A joke, of course. People don't really come back from the dead. The bodies going into rigor mortis around them are proof enough of that.
There's very little distance between them now. Catlike, he watches her. His gaze is half-predatory, half simply enjoying the unearthly beauty of her in the greenish glow.
"I knew an innkeeper once. He was more than an innkeeper, too. But I think you might be made of tougher stuff than he was. Am I right?"
A hand slides into his pocket. But he keeps a thumb poking out so she can see the pocket isn't shallow enough to hide a weapon. "Seems like you're good at sensing things, too." She knew how to pump him for information, after all.