[ He meets that gaze, unblinking, shrouded though it still was by bangs, like he was trying to hide it, whereas Silco's was always undiluted, and open. It's a little bit like challenging it, as he understands that his gaze is something of note, wasn't it? His title, too, carried the weight of his unblinking eye, so perhaps it was more like he matched him, one for one. ]
I expected nothing less than a fight. If I wanted someone to take it, I would have chosen someone more weak-willed.
[ That kind of fight, though? A twitch of a smile formed around the cigar between his lips, while he puffed on it, before he pulled it out, to speak, letting it dangle idly from his fingers. ]
Did you think I was goading you on?
[ He asked, leaning forward. Is he goading now? He hadn't β really thought all that far ahead, had he? For being such a planner, someone who liked to have everything meticulously arranged and sorted, Vergilius had already made a habit of acting outside of what he expected or planned for, then again, how much was he actually planning? ]
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I expected nothing less than a fight. If I wanted someone to take it, I would have chosen someone more weak-willed.
[ That kind of fight, though? A twitch of a smile formed around the cigar between his lips, while he puffed on it, before he pulled it out, to speak, letting it dangle idly from his fingers. ]
Did you think I was goading you on?
[ He asked, leaning forward. Is he goading now? He hadn't β really thought all that far ahead, had he? For being such a planner, someone who liked to have everything meticulously arranged and sorted, Vergilius had already made a habit of acting outside of what he expected or planned for, then again, how much was he actually planning? ]