Post by Harlequin on Sept 24, 2017 3:00:06 GMT
Harlequin got the distinct impression he was being shown off, and he didn't mind one bit. Exiting the brothel arm and arm was a ridiculously overt show, of course, but Harlequin had always loved the centre of attention. And what attention this was; he spotted Amber, winked, licked his lips. Maybe she'd be intrigued enough to join them later, a prospect Harlequin thought could be interesting. Daemons were always so...enthusiastic.
Mind you, Ray had been too. So demanding, so controlling. He was still half-lost in the haze of very, very dirty memories as they walked, and he barely paid attention to where they were going or bothered to notice that the streets were getting rougher as they went. Still, he managed to drag his attention back to the present moment enough to engage in the conversation, especially once Raydon started divulging a few extra details. The ins and outs of a gangster's life...fascinating. Petty squabbles over coin turned life and death - because petty it might seem on the surface, but the message if you looked deeper was all about power. You could take it from someone by cheating them, encroaching on their territory, undermining their business - but only if they didn't retaliate. Ray was protecting the power he held in town as much as anything else, and everyone knew that was the real currency in life.
"How very territorial of you. I'm rather looking forward to seeing you punish someone else, this time." The double meaning was hardly subtle, and made a lot less so by the way Harlequin looked up at Ray through his lashes, expression lascivious and playful. He expected he'd just be watching from the sidelines while Ray...talked...to whoever it was that had crossed him, but should things turn violent Harlequin wasn't unprepared. He'd been a pirate for years, after all, and violence came with the territory. He might call himself a trickster now, or a thief if he was feeling more light-fingered, but he could defend himself if need be. Mostly, though, he was hoping to be able to admire Ray getting his hands dirty.
"Drugs too, huh?" Ray had his fingers in all sorts of pies, it seemed. A man with quite the network then - a useful man to know, perhaps.
Mind you, Ray had been too. So demanding, so controlling. He was still half-lost in the haze of very, very dirty memories as they walked, and he barely paid attention to where they were going or bothered to notice that the streets were getting rougher as they went. Still, he managed to drag his attention back to the present moment enough to engage in the conversation, especially once Raydon started divulging a few extra details. The ins and outs of a gangster's life...fascinating. Petty squabbles over coin turned life and death - because petty it might seem on the surface, but the message if you looked deeper was all about power. You could take it from someone by cheating them, encroaching on their territory, undermining their business - but only if they didn't retaliate. Ray was protecting the power he held in town as much as anything else, and everyone knew that was the real currency in life.
"How very territorial of you. I'm rather looking forward to seeing you punish someone else, this time." The double meaning was hardly subtle, and made a lot less so by the way Harlequin looked up at Ray through his lashes, expression lascivious and playful. He expected he'd just be watching from the sidelines while Ray...talked...to whoever it was that had crossed him, but should things turn violent Harlequin wasn't unprepared. He'd been a pirate for years, after all, and violence came with the territory. He might call himself a trickster now, or a thief if he was feeling more light-fingered, but he could defend himself if need be. Mostly, though, he was hoping to be able to admire Ray getting his hands dirty.
"Drugs too, huh?" Ray had his fingers in all sorts of pies, it seemed. A man with quite the network then - a useful man to know, perhaps.
