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If he noticed the inexplicable nearness of her frame, if only for a few beats, the man did not show it. He watched her instead, mirthless and judgmental, with eyes that were sharp with intelligence and acidic with irritation. They seemed so polar to her own, a warm, albeit eerie, deep rose.
It seemed her mood was not far better than his own, but for his shallow jest Sirius was rewarded with an enchanting laugh. One brow rose slightly in admonishment, met by the other as a heavily accented tone continued to pour from the angular pixie's maw. What a strange creature she was! Shock and irritation mingled with curiosity once more, and pupils dilated, seeking to absorb all facets of the women for later calculation.
There was a lot weighing on the male's mind, many festering ideas and plans that had barely been spoken of by daylight, yet. He observed her with a gaze that sought value, and found plenty. If she had been the hunter of the bobcat, by no means an easy feat, then perhaps she was just the little witch he was looking for.
Her mocking words might have raised some hackles, but the Revlis man was far too lost in his own thoughts. He had turned to face her now, and found himself to be amusingly taller than she - regardless, her frame seemed to emanate with energy, and without having to test such a thing Sirius knew she would not be weak. He was good at making such assessments, having made them on prey with expert ease his entire life.
Her condescending title of pretty thing was challenged by a sharp crocodile smile. Anger still vibrated through his blood, and the dark bangs danced about eyes as sharp as his glinting teeth. The smile flickered for only a moment, sheathed again for a more suitable expression of brooding contemplation. "I see... Spanish. Perhaps I should have guessed," the tenor drawl of his voice suggested an insult, but it was far too vague to be called upon. "Ho parole, e mi servirà bene, Lady," Arms crossed lackadaisically over a well-defined, if lean, chest. Sirius watched her with slightly lidded chemical gaze, the half-smile still threatening to challenge his otherwise moody features. "Who are you?" Another blunt question - Perhaps she would tire of his demanding inquiry soon.
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