█ ✮ ✧ @poietl [ . . . ] IF I WANTED TO BRAWL, YOU'D BE ON THE GROUND ALREADY. besides, it's not good business roughing up potential partners. ❞ shaded lenses are pulled down once to meet victor sharpe's eyes, a sparkling shade of brown from what he could make out in such close proximity. [ * IT'S EASIER WHEN I DON'T HAVE MIGRAINES. ] sylas remains stoic, though he failed to hide his amusement, lips twitching at each corner. HOW DID THIS MAN PEG HIM TO BE A FIGHTER? he had /some/ skill, it was nothing out of the ordinary, —— (& brawls were unnecessary when he wasn't under major threat) —— but sylas preferred to let his words throw the first punch. ❝ I SEE WHY YOU'D BE WARY, THOUGH. you can never be /too safe/, of course. but i'm offering you my word that i wouldn't engage in such a manner without reason. ❞ A PROMISE THAT HE KNEW HE COULD KEEP, given that from prior assessment, this man only seemed to be dangerous in close contact. IT'S WHY SYLAS DIDN'T HESITATE TO TAKE A FEW STEPS BACK. but who wouldn't, if they saw the fear that lingered behind cedar woods? ❝ WHAT DO YOU WISH TO BARGAIN? ❞