WISE MEN WONDER WHILE STRONG MEN DIE
It would absolutely be a waste of her rage, for all the changes it would provoke in the Ascended. Still, whilst his posture might not have been respectful, he did listen keenly to her words. Too keenly, one might think, based on how his steel eyes widened a touch, how he sat up a little. Did he draw out their silence unnecessarily? Perhaps. And ought he have been smiling? Probably not.
”None whatsoever,” he purred eventually, sounding far too pleased with himself; indeed, Neron cleared his throat as if to stop himself from being quite so insufferable. ”The bite is just that - it only affects you in the moment,” he said. ”Anything else is just... good old fashioned magnetism. I’ve been thinking about you too, though - while we’re on the subject.”
”None whatsoever,” he purred eventually, sounding far too pleased with himself; indeed, Neron cleared his throat as if to stop himself from being quite so insufferable. ”The bite is just that - it only affects you in the moment,” he said. ”Anything else is just... good old fashioned magnetism. I’ve been thinking about you too, though - while we’re on the subject.”
