HARPER
It's a good thing Harper is used to reading such subtleties the body permits even unwittingly, as his own smile widens and warms impossibly further to see Deimos' answering geniality. "Good, though usually any visit to a shrine means we're on one end of the emotional spectrum hm?" Chuckling slightly mirthlessly at the veracity of it. The Gods were oft sought out in times of emotional height, whether that was despair with a need for guidance, or jubilation with a desire to share. Fealty present regardless of which side the pendulum swung to.
Compulsion is not something Harper has much knowledge of, but it definitely seems like it would help. "Can you compel this many?" he questions, not worried so much as curious as to the man's capabilities. That same hint and glimmer of militaristic intrigue that Deimos had already seen firsthand when they had sparred. "I can help scare them off regardless," he assures next, and winks with a boyish grin before his face is transforming to include a long, rough grey elephant's trunk. Waiting for Deimos' signal, he prepares to loudly trumpet at the irritating buzzards to scatter any that might escape the Sword's reach.
Compulsion is not something Harper has much knowledge of, but it definitely seems like it would help. "Can you compel this many?" he questions, not worried so much as curious as to the man's capabilities. That same hint and glimmer of militaristic intrigue that Deimos had already seen firsthand when they had sparred. "I can help scare them off regardless," he assures next, and winks with a boyish grin before his face is transforming to include a long, rough grey elephant's trunk. Waiting for Deimos' signal, he prepares to loudly trumpet at the irritating buzzards to scatter any that might escape the Sword's reach.
