Decland’s shoulder tensed as he was prodded by the Page. Words he couldn't understand, but a tone that was unmistakable. Decland's inability to ignore the smallest sleight was his most reckless flaw. The guardsman snarled, lips pulling back to reveal a show of elongated canines. Had he been able to comprehend that ancient words he would have indeed drawn the blade, likely making a fool of himself in the process.
Neither one of them knew enough about Xiah to be making any sort of threat.
"Enough of that," Elliot warned, shoving one hand into the pocket of his tailored slacks. His second lifted, in a lazy wave in the other lynx's direction. "Behave," he commanded, the single word held enough power that the larger man relaxed. His expression falling passive as he stood straighter. "Much better," Elliot complimented, as he moved further from his guard and closer to the man he had summoned.
Elliot chuckled at Xiah's murmured response. The sound of it practiced and charming, more appropriate for getting what he wanted and less of a show of genuine mirth.
«I am pleasantly surprised, » he amended, boyish smile still curving one corner of his mouth. The warlock could cajole his way through most situations, and flattery was not above him as long as he was getting what he wanted.
Elliot's steps halted, brow furrowed, briefly, almost imperceptibly, at the mention of a contract. Magic was always an agreement of some sort, an exchange of this for the use of that, and perhaps vice versa, but the magicks he had dealt with in the past had never had a face or a will of their own. Blood and servitude were easier to offer to the faceless void, and Elliot wondered if he would be able to pledge the same to the man standing before him.
But, a contract implied that there was something Xiah wanted, and Elliot could manipulate that. Probably. Altogether, it was undeniable that this man, this book, would be of use to him at some point in his endeavors. He would loathe to release something so untamed back into the wild without an attempt at breaking it.
«That is an accurate assumption, » Elliot began, loftily, as if he had not put as much thought into the situation as he truly had. He rubbed fingers against the coarse hair across his chin in thought, green eyes sweeping across Xiah and the antechamber that encased them. «A contract it is, then, » Elliot finally concluded, a difficult decision that he made sound easy.
«I doubt this is is as simple as a handshake?»
Neither one of them knew enough about Xiah to be making any sort of threat.
"Enough of that," Elliot warned, shoving one hand into the pocket of his tailored slacks. His second lifted, in a lazy wave in the other lynx's direction. "Behave," he commanded, the single word held enough power that the larger man relaxed. His expression falling passive as he stood straighter. "Much better," Elliot complimented, as he moved further from his guard and closer to the man he had summoned.
Elliot chuckled at Xiah's murmured response. The sound of it practiced and charming, more appropriate for getting what he wanted and less of a show of genuine mirth.
«I am pleasantly surprised, » he amended, boyish smile still curving one corner of his mouth. The warlock could cajole his way through most situations, and flattery was not above him as long as he was getting what he wanted.
Elliot's steps halted, brow furrowed, briefly, almost imperceptibly, at the mention of a contract. Magic was always an agreement of some sort, an exchange of this for the use of that, and perhaps vice versa, but the magicks he had dealt with in the past had never had a face or a will of their own. Blood and servitude were easier to offer to the faceless void, and Elliot wondered if he would be able to pledge the same to the man standing before him.
But, a contract implied that there was something Xiah wanted, and Elliot could manipulate that. Probably. Altogether, it was undeniable that this man, this book, would be of use to him at some point in his endeavors. He would loathe to release something so untamed back into the wild without an attempt at breaking it.
«That is an accurate assumption, » Elliot began, loftily, as if he had not put as much thought into the situation as he truly had. He rubbed fingers against the coarse hair across his chin in thought, green eyes sweeping across Xiah and the antechamber that encased them. «A contract it is, then, » Elliot finally concluded, a difficult decision that he made sound easy.
«I doubt this is is as simple as a handshake?»
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