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He pondered only briefly and tried to appear invisible at that moment. Molyneux never did appreciate having unfamiliar eyes fixed on him and tailing his ever step, more so especially when that gaze belonged to someone he personally believed he could very well eliminate at any second. Or he might have in his golden days, perhaps. Dammit. There he was again forgetting who he was and where he was. Those days feeling ever so long ago. Yet here Molyneux was, as if it had only happened yesterday.
”Well we wouldn’t want the humans figuring out the truth I suppose,” he muttered dully under his breath, before turning round to face the young woman at the table. The man gave a somewhat unimpressed look. ”Could always put you in the dog-house out the back if that suits. That’d be pretty... far away.” Molyneux wasn’t kidding either, in fact he seemed genuinely invested in that possibility and would do everything to make it happen should the girl wish it. But now he was being silly, wasn’t he?
Without wasting further thought on the matter Molyneux moved over and sat himself down opposite Eris, quickly rifling through his coat pockets for something. ”What can you even do? What you good at?” he asked plainly, producing what resembled a lighter in one hand and a cigarette perched in the other. He was always nagging himself to quit the habit, but events always seemed to spiral out of nowhere and force him back into it. Yeah, he’d use that excuse. ”What’s your story, anyway? How’d you end up here.” Molyneux knew the answers already. The profile given to him contained everything he needed to know about her and what it was she did, but that wasn’t going to stop him pestering the girl. He wanted to hear it from her, directly.
He leaned forward slightly, crossing his arms over one another and balancing them against the table’s edge. His furry-hooded collar slopping forward and brushing against his neck. ”You don’t seem how I pictured you,” he sighed out, smoky ash breath parting his lips. Molyneux was almost in disbelief that he was to be expected to actually pay this girl whilst she was here, even though he never asked for a partner or the offered help. ”I was expecting something more.”
”Well we wouldn’t want the humans figuring out the truth I suppose,” he muttered dully under his breath, before turning round to face the young woman at the table. The man gave a somewhat unimpressed look. ”Could always put you in the dog-house out the back if that suits. That’d be pretty... far away.” Molyneux wasn’t kidding either, in fact he seemed genuinely invested in that possibility and would do everything to make it happen should the girl wish it. But now he was being silly, wasn’t he?
Without wasting further thought on the matter Molyneux moved over and sat himself down opposite Eris, quickly rifling through his coat pockets for something. ”What can you even do? What you good at?” he asked plainly, producing what resembled a lighter in one hand and a cigarette perched in the other. He was always nagging himself to quit the habit, but events always seemed to spiral out of nowhere and force him back into it. Yeah, he’d use that excuse. ”What’s your story, anyway? How’d you end up here.” Molyneux knew the answers already. The profile given to him contained everything he needed to know about her and what it was she did, but that wasn’t going to stop him pestering the girl. He wanted to hear it from her, directly.
He leaned forward slightly, crossing his arms over one another and balancing them against the table’s edge. His furry-hooded collar slopping forward and brushing against his neck. ”You don’t seem how I pictured you,” he sighed out, smoky ash breath parting his lips. Molyneux was almost in disbelief that he was to be expected to actually pay this girl whilst she was here, even though he never asked for a partner or the offered help. ”I was expecting something more.”