OoC:... Jacquez raised an eyebrow at her violent words, vaguely amused by how flatly and emotionlessly she spoke them. "It is not my concern, whether the women who choose to share me wish to share the story," he lilted, lips pursed as he met her vivid lemon stare. It was true, but still, he would be concerned if he learned that Svara had gone on a murdering spree, slaughtering the lovely ladies that offered him their company. He didn't take unwilling participants, only volunteers. If word got out that the militant Constable intended to off anyone who, well, "participated"... "I cannot, however, offer you any kind of stability. You know this. I am not a man looking for a family, for a one true love. I enjoy playing the field. You must not forget that I am not to be controlled."
"You are difficult to understand," the Frenchman replied smoothly, dark eyes watching calmly as she turned away yet again. She was clearly uncomfortable with opening up thus; she had to visibly struggle to keep her guard down, and seemed to want nothing more than to slip away into the darkness. There was tension in her slender shoulders, a stiffness in her seated posture. "Although I appreciate the effort," he added dryly, leaning forward on his one arm to nudge her with his nose. He didn't like how serious the conversation had become, mimicking the night sky draining its colours into inky blackness. .
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