The periods between trials had always been a bother for that reason.
“Like I said, it’s no skin off my back. As long as you’re not a liability, I couldn’t care less what you decide to do.”
“If the shoe fits.”
He folded his arms, lightly tapping his finger against his bicep. Admittedly, the man was one to fidget. His hand was always so used to grasping a knife handle or twitching against a trigger. +
" Projecting ? Are you saying i desire you ~?
Oh you're amusing~ "
Trickster would muse. His contact covered sights slowly raking over the other mans form, Drinking in the little display of the other mans knife skills. >
[ he’s taken aback. ] I was joking.
[ but, he’s got nothing much to lose either. A few glances around to ensure that they were alone. ]
If this gets around, you’re dead.