Duchess Alice, then. ( with an exhale of his cigarette, the smoke curling just as his lips do--bemused, his voice continues in a drawl. ) Apologies for being in your company without the proper protocol, my lady.
( what even is a duchess? he assumes it has to be something close to royalty, like below a king or a queen, but he's never learned much about history, and especially not the history of countries outside of japan--how would he have learned any of it? he technically 'died' before he'd gotten into much schooling that would divulge into the details of places other than his home. besides, his focus had been honed on other things, other people, other places for revenge.
the fact that she's not keen to explain herself in a way that matters is both telling and interesting. it's something beyond this, then, something outside of pretty titles or thievery or other methods of law breaking; but even so, it's that concept of 'something wrong' that pervades her lofty examples enough that he takes notice.
it means his smile is lifting, an almost devilish sort of grin, before he takes another drag from his cigarette. )
Stopped bothering with alibis. They don't matter if you never get caught, you know?
( a thoughtful tilt of his head. ) I'm a villain. Are you?
( his eyes narrow, but not in accusation: rather, he's curious, watching her face, brows lifting in playful expectation as he lets out another pulse of smoke. )
You don't look like the type that's gonna stuff diamonds into her panties and run away with them, or demand the banks empty their vaults into your purse. So it's something else. Something worse, maybe.
no worries, take your time! ♥
( what even is a duchess? he assumes it has to be something close to royalty, like below a king or a queen, but he's never learned much about history, and especially not the history of countries outside of japan--how would he have learned any of it? he technically 'died' before he'd gotten into much schooling that would divulge into the details of places other than his home. besides, his focus had been honed on other things, other people, other places for revenge.
the fact that she's not keen to explain herself in a way that matters is both telling and interesting. it's something beyond this, then, something outside of pretty titles or thievery or other methods of law breaking; but even so, it's that concept of 'something wrong' that pervades her lofty examples enough that he takes notice.
it means his smile is lifting, an almost devilish sort of grin, before he takes another drag from his cigarette. )
Stopped bothering with alibis. They don't matter if you never get caught, you know?
( a thoughtful tilt of his head. ) I'm a villain. Are you?
( his eyes narrow, but not in accusation: rather, he's curious, watching her face, brows lifting in playful expectation as he lets out another pulse of smoke. )
You don't look like the type that's gonna stuff diamonds into her panties and run away with them, or demand the banks empty their vaults into your purse. So it's something else. Something worse, maybe.