Ah--there it is. She seemed a bit unstable, after all, but really who is he to judge?
Hans' demeanor shifts in an instant, steps coming to an immediate halt as he rocks back on his heels. He's made careful note of the distance between them--far enough for him to comfortably dodge, should she decide to strike, but it clearly hasn't come to blows between them yet. No need to go on the offensive... but his eyes do glint dangerously off the blade in her hands all the same.
"Neow, neow," he laughs, perhaps a tad nervously, and carefully lifts his hands in a placating gesture... though not without slipping one of his throwing knives under one too-loose sleeve. Juuust in case. His fingers curl lightly over his palms as he adds, quietly, "That's just mean..."
She doesn't look like a warrior, but then he guesses she's not strictly a civilian either if she's so willing to threaten him like this. He's confident he'll win in a one-on-one fight. He can still draw his swords if he needs them. And, if she has some kind of trick up her sleeve, he should be able to easily outrun her; she isn't dressed for running or climbing. He's certain he still holds the advantage here...
So, for the time being, he can afford to talk. He's good at that, even if some people say otherwise.
"Ain't you at all curious about the person settin' the bait in the first place? What better way to find the reel when you got the line right in front o' ya?"
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Hans' demeanor shifts in an instant, steps coming to an immediate halt as he rocks back on his heels. He's made careful note of the distance between them--far enough for him to comfortably dodge, should she decide to strike, but it clearly hasn't come to blows between them yet. No need to go on the offensive... but his eyes do glint dangerously off the blade in her hands all the same.
"Neow, neow," he laughs, perhaps a tad nervously, and carefully lifts his hands in a placating gesture... though not without slipping one of his throwing knives under one too-loose sleeve. Juuust in case. His fingers curl lightly over his palms as he adds, quietly, "That's just mean..."
She doesn't look like a warrior, but then he guesses she's not strictly a civilian either if she's so willing to threaten him like this. He's confident he'll win in a one-on-one fight. He can still draw his swords if he needs them. And, if she has some kind of trick up her sleeve, he should be able to easily outrun her; she isn't dressed for running or climbing. He's certain he still holds the advantage here...
So, for the time being, he can afford to talk. He's good at that, even if some people say otherwise.
"Ain't you at all curious about the person settin' the bait in the first place? What better way to find the reel when you got the line right in front o' ya?"