11-12-2013, 11:56 PM
Silas backed down without causing a ruckus, another sign that the fellow really didn't fit in in this sort of venue. The man had sense, and wasn't ruled by ego. There was a brief moment when his curiosity was peeked, wondering just who this man was, but it was dismissed for now, to be dealt with when he had more time on his hands. Tonight, he had other priorities.
Yuri didn't have the proper sort of sense as Silas. The man was certainly bold, and not willing to give up the fight apparently, but he clearly hadn't been around the block enough to know when he was trying to bite off more then he could chew.
Had it been any other day of the week, Hood likely wouldn't have even hesitated to floor the smiley bastard. There was a long moment where Hood's gaze grew in intensity. There was no boiling rage, no hardening of the gaze, it just grew more focused. Focused, in this case, on Yuri. If Hood hadn't had just a good time the night before, Yuri likely would have been on the receiving end of much of Hood's pent up anger.
Today, however, Hood was in a good mood. Or what passed as a good mood for him anyway. Spectra's admission that she liked raspberries seemed to diffuse the moment, however. That brief flash of anger vanished suddenly, and Hood let out a bark of laughter and gave Yuri a hard clap on the shoulder, "I'll keep that in mind."
Naturally, if Hood had any inclination of just what Yuri was capable of, the entire scenario would have played out differently. But Hood had to judge the man on appearance and mannerism, and as such he mistakenly read Yuri's aggressive confidence as common street-tough bravado, which made the man entirely unworthy of caution on Hood's part. Of the two, Silas was the suspected danger.
He turned back to Spectra, offering her his arm, "Shall we find you some sparkling raspberry water then?"
Yuri didn't have the proper sort of sense as Silas. The man was certainly bold, and not willing to give up the fight apparently, but he clearly hadn't been around the block enough to know when he was trying to bite off more then he could chew.
Had it been any other day of the week, Hood likely wouldn't have even hesitated to floor the smiley bastard. There was a long moment where Hood's gaze grew in intensity. There was no boiling rage, no hardening of the gaze, it just grew more focused. Focused, in this case, on Yuri. If Hood hadn't had just a good time the night before, Yuri likely would have been on the receiving end of much of Hood's pent up anger.
Today, however, Hood was in a good mood. Or what passed as a good mood for him anyway. Spectra's admission that she liked raspberries seemed to diffuse the moment, however. That brief flash of anger vanished suddenly, and Hood let out a bark of laughter and gave Yuri a hard clap on the shoulder, "I'll keep that in mind."
Naturally, if Hood had any inclination of just what Yuri was capable of, the entire scenario would have played out differently. But Hood had to judge the man on appearance and mannerism, and as such he mistakenly read Yuri's aggressive confidence as common street-tough bravado, which made the man entirely unworthy of caution on Hood's part. Of the two, Silas was the suspected danger.
He turned back to Spectra, offering her his arm, "Shall we find you some sparkling raspberry water then?"