Pierce
Had it been, Thalassa? The furthest thing from your mind?
Her comment has him nodding, quite proud and pleased to be considered the arrogant one. After all, he did the best at whatever he did. He excelled constantly. Taking the sword from Ronin like it had been a child with a lollipop. Teaching Flora and Jack a lesson (because apparently death means very little here, much to his annoyance) by killing them in the process.
Pierce often got results, and typically they were the results he wanted.
Her tone is suggestive and Pierce picks up on it as he takes another sip of the sharp liquor, still not quite feeling the effects of it yet (if he ever might), and lets his gaze linger along the pale column of her neck as he shifts slightly where he’s standing, brushing the broad portion of where his torso meets his shoulder against her own as she peers up at him with a knowing look.
It’s a game, though, all of it – and he hides his smirk behind yet another sip of the clear liquor with a shrug of the opposite shoulder. “Seems like you might be looking for something to make your plaything jealous. How’d it work at the carnival, by the way?” He raises a brow pointedly avoiding a direct answer just yet.
Her comment has him nodding, quite proud and pleased to be considered the arrogant one. After all, he did the best at whatever he did. He excelled constantly. Taking the sword from Ronin like it had been a child with a lollipop. Teaching Flora and Jack a lesson (because apparently death means very little here, much to his annoyance) by killing them in the process.
Pierce often got results, and typically they were the results he wanted.
Her tone is suggestive and Pierce picks up on it as he takes another sip of the sharp liquor, still not quite feeling the effects of it yet (if he ever might), and lets his gaze linger along the pale column of her neck as he shifts slightly where he’s standing, brushing the broad portion of where his torso meets his shoulder against her own as she peers up at him with a knowing look.
It’s a game, though, all of it – and he hides his smirk behind yet another sip of the clear liquor with a shrug of the opposite shoulder. “Seems like you might be looking for something to make your plaything jealous. How’d it work at the carnival, by the way?” He raises a brow pointedly avoiding a direct answer just yet.
