[ The feeling of being regarded, weighed, and found worth condescension is all too familiar. It fits so perfectly with the rest of the scene he could almost dismiss it as scripted.
It has its desired effect, though. His eyes -- dark, even, glinting brown -- sharpen as they meet Sylus'. "How noble of you" is bait. He needs to resist the urge to take it, needs to play his own part right, if he's going to get what he wants.
And what he wants is ... what? He's not even sure. He just saw the servants eddying around this man, who's so obviously reveling in a divine status he surely did nothing to earn, and Ross had to say something. Had to remind the man he's still just a man, whatever the silver tattoos on his arms might say. ]
My plans to what? Find the people who run this place and demand better treatment for their workers? [ He shrugs at the obvious ridiculousness of that. ] I'm sure the thought will have them quaking.
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It has its desired effect, though. His eyes -- dark, even, glinting brown -- sharpen as they meet Sylus'. "How noble of you" is bait. He needs to resist the urge to take it, needs to play his own part right, if he's going to get what he wants.
And what he wants is ... what? He's not even sure. He just saw the servants eddying around this man, who's so obviously reveling in a divine status he surely did nothing to earn, and Ross had to say something. Had to remind the man he's still just a man, whatever the silver tattoos on his arms might say. ]
My plans to what? Find the people who run this place and demand better treatment for their workers? [ He shrugs at the obvious ridiculousness of that. ] I'm sure the thought will have them quaking.