Eskel doesn't disguise the way he looks around the tent with those bright, inhuman eyes of his. Scrutinizing, filing little details away here and there. He does feel somewhat encouraged by the way the creature lays down, a position more at ease than he was expecting. He would be reduced to using signs and a hunting knife in such close quarters, with limited options at that. No way to swing a sword. And what close quarters it is, as Eskel's hardly a small man himself, tall and with broad shoulders made all the more absurd by his gaily-colored jacket. He kneels down opposite his host, eyes glittering like the mirror-nightshine of a wolf.
"People give off certain clues." He shrugs. "We learn to watch for them. I know you're not lying but that you're also keeping details to yourself. Your expressions, your heartbeat, sometimes the smell of people's sweat...all tells."
Speaking of, in close quarters, Eskel can catch that half familiar scent again. But it doesn't make any sense. There's no sign of another occupant in the tent, no hide nor hair of what Eskel could swear was a succubus. And they tended to be flashy bitches who wouldn't have stood for living rough in a tent--
He shakes his head, trying to shake it off. That scent had too many sense-memories tied to it now and none of it was things he needed to revisit now. He finds his gaze wandering over Bull again, even as he wrenches his brain away from the pleasure and abandon he remembers.
"Anyway...so it seems like you're the one that took the girls, right? But they aren't here with you and you said they were safe." He rolls his shoulders. "So what happened?"
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He would be reduced to using signs and a hunting knife in such close quarters, with limited options at that. No way to swing a sword. And what close quarters it is, as Eskel's hardly a small man himself, tall and with broad shoulders made all the more absurd by his gaily-colored jacket. He kneels down opposite his host, eyes glittering like the mirror-nightshine of a wolf.
"People give off certain clues." He shrugs. "We learn to watch for them. I know you're not lying but that you're also keeping details to yourself. Your expressions, your heartbeat, sometimes the smell of people's sweat...all tells."
Speaking of, in close quarters, Eskel can catch that half familiar scent again. But it doesn't make any sense. There's no sign of another occupant in the tent, no hide nor hair of what Eskel could swear was a succubus. And they tended to be flashy bitches who wouldn't have stood for living rough in a tent--
He shakes his head, trying to shake it off. That scent had too many sense-memories tied to it now and none of it was things he needed to revisit now. He finds his gaze wandering over Bull again, even as he wrenches his brain away from the pleasure and abandon he remembers.
"Anyway...so it seems like you're the one that took the girls, right? But they aren't here with you and you said they were safe." He rolls his shoulders. "So what happened?"