03-21-2015, 05:23 PM
Dane's expression washed blank. Soon his gaze roamed elsewhere than the ugly, hairy face that belonged to the king of apes. The artwork that surrounded them was crude. Whether the features be of flowers or women, they were fat and distorted. The yon gardens made for a better view. They were quite distinct from the gardens of his youth. Far distant memory summoned images of hedges and fountains, but far sharper were those of wildflowers, vines, and wisteria - scenes from the land of his banishment, France.
Something about a reward pricked his ears. His gaze honed onto the king of apes once more. "I wasn't listening,"
he explained tersely. He was still thirsty after all. He shook his head. "A reward? There is nothing you have that would satisfy me."
Except perhaps Damien himself; a dark thought curled the edges of his mouth in slight smile. Damien would decline the suggestion. The standards of their deal dictated so.
An idea soon glinted across the blunt edges of his gaze. "There is something in your power to give to me, however. Well. Someone. A girl, back in Moscow. You could have her brought to me. That is the payment I demand."
Something about a reward pricked his ears. His gaze honed onto the king of apes once more. "I wasn't listening,"
he explained tersely. He was still thirsty after all. He shook his head. "A reward? There is nothing you have that would satisfy me."
Except perhaps Damien himself; a dark thought curled the edges of his mouth in slight smile. Damien would decline the suggestion. The standards of their deal dictated so.
An idea soon glinted across the blunt edges of his gaze. "There is something in your power to give to me, however. Well. Someone. A girl, back in Moscow. You could have her brought to me. That is the payment I demand."