It earns a small snarl but Izzy won't give him the satisfaction of turning the narrative of this discourse.
"You're a pet, Lucius." Seeing as they're using first names and he's tired enough to leave his own rules for a beat.
"Blackbeard doesn't give a wild shit about Bonnet's pets," said as he moves his hand from the other man's neck to toy with the piece of tartan tied around it.
"Wearing pretty little bows like a pussycat. We don't allow pets on ships. And besides, I'm sure you're aware that we're alone. If you went missing no one would know the hows and whys. It's just one less whiny, lazy mouth to feed."
“I’d rather be a pet than a goddamn limpet. People love pets, you’re a fucking parasite.”
Lucius rolls his eyes. Look who still can’t keep his hands off him. He closes his eyes, leaning his head towards Izzy’s hand like the good kitty he is.
“Pete knows we’re in here together, wouldn’t take a genius to figure out who was with me last. Do you think any of this through, Izzy?”
"No one important would care. And if I came in here to kill you, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
Which should be obvious. His grace has gone unappreciated.
A parasite, though. He'll remember that. From where he's standing, a parasite is something that attaches itself to a host, sucks up whatever it wants, and doesn't contribute. So if we're throwing stones...
The exchange has reached a point where talking more will only make it worse. There may come a larger, more final confrontation but this isn't it.
"Quite frankly, I have more important things to be doing than wasting my breath on you."
He lets go and takes a step back, rolling the belt around his gloved hand. Lucius has gotten the reaction he was apparently after. The game ends now.
"I suggest you go to sleep, Mr. Spriggs. I'll see to it you have a very long, very early day tomorrow."
“What did you come in here to do, then?” Lucius pouts, eyeing that belt in Izzy’s hand. Just come in brandishing that thing around and not even doing anything with it, what a tease.
“If you’re leaving, can you send Pete back in? We didn’t exactly get to finish before.”
If Izzy could roll his eyes any harder they would fall out of his head.
He gives a disgusted, long suffering noise and grabs Lucius again, this time with the intention of frog marching him out of the ballroom. What a waste of space this room is.
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"You're a pet, Lucius." Seeing as they're using first names and he's tired enough to leave his own rules for a beat.
"Blackbeard doesn't give a wild shit about Bonnet's pets," said as he moves his hand from the other man's neck to toy with the piece of tartan tied around it.
"Wearing pretty little bows like a pussycat. We don't allow pets on ships. And besides, I'm sure you're aware that we're alone. If you went missing no one would know the hows and whys. It's just one less whiny, lazy mouth to feed."
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Lucius rolls his eyes. Look who still can’t keep his hands off him. He closes his eyes, leaning his head towards Izzy’s hand like the good kitty he is.
“Pete knows we’re in here together, wouldn’t take a genius to figure out who was with me last. Do you think any of this through, Izzy?”
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Which should be obvious. His grace has gone unappreciated.
A parasite, though. He'll remember that. From where he's standing, a parasite is something that attaches itself to a host, sucks up whatever it wants, and doesn't contribute. So if we're throwing stones...
The exchange has reached a point where talking more will only make it worse. There may come a larger, more final confrontation but this isn't it.
"Quite frankly, I have more important things to be doing than wasting my breath on you."
He lets go and takes a step back, rolling the belt around his gloved hand. Lucius has gotten the reaction he was apparently after. The game ends now.
"I suggest you go to sleep, Mr. Spriggs. I'll see to it you have a very long, very early day tomorrow."
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“If you’re leaving, can you send Pete back in? We didn’t exactly get to finish before.”
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He gives a disgusted, long suffering noise and grabs Lucius again, this time with the intention of frog marching him out of the ballroom. What a waste of space this room is.
"Out! Get out, you're done in here."
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“Why, where are you taking me, Mr. Hands?”