07-25-2013, 12:21 AM
The pretty-boy was certainly a ballsy one. The real question though, was whether Jaxen's bravado came from wealth and naivety, or from real world experience and actual testicular fortitude. Hood lowered his gaze marginally to watch Jaxen poke him in the chest, and when he looked back up his features had hardened. There was no barely-contained-rage, no dangerous smirk, his features were just...harder. There was a long and well-savored thought of breaking the man's hand, or maybe his elbow too. Dislocate the shoulder, or break his knee?
Of course, he couldn't exactly hospitalize some pansy rich kid at an expensive gala. Not without repercussions. So he let the insult pass, this time. The man's questions were met with a quiet frown; especially regarding the cigars. He had brought four, in case this job turned out to be painfully long and boring, and the thought of sharing one with this fellow was less then appealing.
"I couldn't give two flying fucks about this place."
He rolled his cigar between his teeth briefly, then pulled a third cigar from an inside jacked pocket, handing it to Jaxen. "Consider it a piece of friendly advice. Not worth the trouble."
There was nothing friendly about his tone. There wasn't anything particularly threatening either; it was a simple statement of fact. He didn't care about the Baccarat mansion; it was what was underneath that mattered, and there was no chance this fancy-suited twit would get anywhere close to what was down there. They'd kill him first. Hell, they'd probably kill him just for breaking in. Hence the advice to just not cause any trouble.
The cigar snip and lighter were offered as needed, and Hood thumbed the ash from his cigar before taking another few puffs to keep it smoldering properly. Of course, if the lad did go ahead and try, then it would be a good test of the Atharim's security. Try and fail, and Hood would probably be able to negotiate a small bonus for his under-the-table consultation work he was currently doing. And if the lad succeeded, somehow, to get in and out with a sack full of loot, it would mean that the company he worked for would get a security consultation contract. So either way, it was good for Hood.
Of course, he couldn't exactly hospitalize some pansy rich kid at an expensive gala. Not without repercussions. So he let the insult pass, this time. The man's questions were met with a quiet frown; especially regarding the cigars. He had brought four, in case this job turned out to be painfully long and boring, and the thought of sharing one with this fellow was less then appealing.
"I couldn't give two flying fucks about this place."
He rolled his cigar between his teeth briefly, then pulled a third cigar from an inside jacked pocket, handing it to Jaxen. "Consider it a piece of friendly advice. Not worth the trouble."
There was nothing friendly about his tone. There wasn't anything particularly threatening either; it was a simple statement of fact. He didn't care about the Baccarat mansion; it was what was underneath that mattered, and there was no chance this fancy-suited twit would get anywhere close to what was down there. They'd kill him first. Hell, they'd probably kill him just for breaking in. Hence the advice to just not cause any trouble.
The cigar snip and lighter were offered as needed, and Hood thumbed the ash from his cigar before taking another few puffs to keep it smoldering properly. Of course, if the lad did go ahead and try, then it would be a good test of the Atharim's security. Try and fail, and Hood would probably be able to negotiate a small bonus for his under-the-table consultation work he was currently doing. And if the lad succeeded, somehow, to get in and out with a sack full of loot, it would mean that the company he worked for would get a security consultation contract. So either way, it was good for Hood.