"Heh..." Xuphim smirked. Considering Kalila was laughing, he had to assume he was doing something right. Still though, doing this 'respect' thing that she so desired was exhausting. With a head full of less than noble intentions, it was a constant struggle to keep them all from escaping past his lips and out of his mouth. "Yeah well, some Knights are. There's Knights that are like you describe, Xalet is one of them, that goody two shoes. Putting 'sir' and 'ma'am' before everything. Pleases and thank yous. Doing all that chivalrous crap. The fact of the matter is, I know what I signed up for. Syliras doesn't get to be all safe and sound because the walls are the prettiest. It's because when something messes with Syliras or its people, that something gets the shyke stabbed out of it." The fact of the matter was Xuphim had his own code of conduct. It wasn't quite as eloquent as Xalet's, but it was valuable enough to him to be upheld as best he could none the less, "A long time ago I realized there was basically two things I could do with my strength. I could beat the weak to the ground and make them recognize me as their superior, or I could beat the folks that try to beat the weak to the ground. Beating weak folks isn't much of a challenge, and it leaves a sour taste in my mouth, call it what you will. So yeah, that's my idea of it. I can endure what those people can't. 'Dying so they don't have to', just like I said. The only difference is I ain't dyin' so easy. Priskil's given me a job to do too, these people sure ain't going to inspire themselves, that's for damn sure." His steely eyes dropped down to the fabric now laying in his arms. Looked like she had taken him up on his offer, something he genuinely wasn't expecting. "Well damn, now I guess I've got to pay for it." he mentally chuckled at himself, recognizing how easily he had been roped into tossing down his own Mizas. Pulling his pack around to the front, he began to shuffle through it's contents in an attempt to get at the pouch that carried his coins. "Cold-blooded? Girl, you don't know about the women I've seen. Some real cold-blooded killers. You're really quite tame compared to those crazies. Not that there's anything wrong with being cold-blooded, you gotta do what you gotta do." At first one would have believed the overall 'thickness' of Xuphim would keep the Akalak from ever taking a guess at Kalila's true nature. Tee fact was he had never met a Dhani, at least not as far as he knew. With the tiny amount of them left in the world, and him never having remembered his short time in Riverfall as a baby, there was little chance for him to ever meet one of the Predatory creatures. Years of observing body language and slight verbal cues gave him some instinctual idea about whether or not something was being hidden from him, even if Xuphim himself wasn't the most educated of sorts. "Wait..." before the coins came out to be laid down for the old multi-armed vendor to accept, the purple skinned Akalak threw the cloak over his shoulder and did what he did best, used direct methods to get his questions answered. "Not Human, cold-blooded. At first I thought you were just joking with me, but I felt like something didn't totally seem right. Just what are you...?" the last phrase had him moving in close, bringing his face down to her level as if though they were exchanging secrets. OOCHad to hold off on the cloak purchase until I get an ok from Creeper since it mentions that all non-listed items at the Supply place have to be moderated. |