[it tastes like darkness. bitter and sour. biting and burnt. copper and salt. cold and dirty. it tastes like something's gone wrong. dipping a tongue into pitch which clings to the taste buds and promises to linger long after departure. saturated within itself, as poison churned in the same vessel over and over. he left behind a little present for a few reasons. someone who would stick their neck out for another person promises to be annoying further on. not only did this stranger step in to help him, he deliberately attempted to assuage feelings around the table by amiable distractions. someone who'd likely have heroic aspirations. as if those people behind them are worth protection or defense. even now, as he leads him away, he does it to get him out of their range, sensing their negative feelings amassing and likely worrying over what would happen if it erupted.

well... what would happen? lying in wait beneath the table, sucking in their wretched feelings with each beat of their hearts, the potential answer lurks and swells within the darkness. irritation, jealousy, arrogance, disgust. not only absorbing their emotions, but subtly pumping more to curry further festering. growing, feasting, lingering.

oh he wouldn't mind becoming the whole resort's problem. he's been the problem for entire worlds. what's one more? this creature should be more careful with what it eats.

not for now. it'll be more fun to wait. he can't tell entirely if this white-haired guy's biding his time or doesn't care. he sensed enough to notice the problem, but another affable smile dismisses it presently. someone knows how to bluff...]

I've seen ugly. [and he's not so twisted he can't recognize attractive features. how many times has he continued to knock on this request. it's beginning to teeter on the edge of amusing and annoying.] So bossy. The last person who told me what to do ended up dying.

[a feral grin, tinging on the verge of pouncing. is he doing this on purpose? or has his patience run its course? and yet he moves forward, following with a confident, threatening swagger. daring his companion to try something he'll regret. make it more entertaining for him. he's a fool if he thinks doing so will remain confined.]

Aw. You didn't tell me you were looking for fun. [polished wood reflects his image as he stills adjacent to the same table. interesting eyes. he's never seen a color like that. as blue as pure water and crystal clear like ice. dwarven diamonds might be comparable. bet this guy gets a lot of compliments from those who seen them. must be nice... makes him wanna rip them out of his sockets. he spreads his arms at his sides, hands turned in a provoking manner.] You're not gonna regret it if I enjoy myself, right?