[Despite himself, a corner of the rogue's lips tugs up. He can more than accept that arrangement, and put to bed his meandering regrets and remorse along with it. If the man says the matter is settled upon certain conditions, and there's no further drastic amends or blood required between them to settle it, then he can observe the simple matter of telling two men with the same face apart. Easy.
It's unfamiliar in this place, but this moment has a feeling of being like the kind of accord between men and women of the blade that had been common enough back home. There's a certain relief (and aching familiarity) in that.]
You're already on your way to it, trust; I've still plenty of bruises from the hold you caught me in. Speaks volumes, that. [Fuck him, that was practically friendly. He doesn't know if that's something he should be treading into with this man given the-- everything of all of this.
But it's too late now. Taking a step forward, Aloïs offers one thickly-calloused hand to the other man.]
Charles Vane. I'll know you as you are. [No more, no less.]
[he looks at the hand, and then at aloïs again. then he releases the grip of his weapon so he can return the shake, firm.]
Then we'll know each other.
[there will be no forgetting aloïs after this, that's for certain. but as to the question of a new enemy, vane can admit that he's pleased to have landed shy of that. it's not worth it here, like it often was at home, to draw a line in the sand over what amounts to circumstantial fuckery and poor judgment.
for that matter, he can also brag that he didn't have to suffer through what would have been a painful recovery anywhere else.]
I was lucky - had someone patch me up with methods for expediting the process.
[not a scratch on him to show for it now, thanks to the tiger woman who lets him share her bed sometimes. for a moment he continues to look at aloïs rather thoughtfully, before adding one more thing.]
Once that demon of yours is silenced, should you find yourself in the mood for a cleaner fight, you know how to reach me now. I'd say we could improve each other.
Count me glad for that 'someone', then. You don't fight like a man who needs delicate handling, but your nose does look better when the tip's pointing in the right direction, [he teases. It's good that Vane's wounds weren't allowed to linger for long. His own sprained arm is proving a real inconvenience to his travels throughout the city, but the consequence has a karmic quality to it that feels justified. The next time someone in the city is familiar to him in any way, he's going to remember this and think twice about his approach-- or whether he'll approach at all. He's sure there are only so many times he can get into near-fatal scrapes with other LIERs where it all ends with the other person shrugging it off.]
Aye. [Aloïs smiles slightly at the offer of another fight, encouraged. There's a certain risk he can feel in becoming friendly with this man, but there's undeniable temptation there, too. He should resist, probably. There's no logical reason not to.
But he can't.] I'll look you up once my arm bends the right way again. [Gathering his cloak about him, Aloïs starts off in the direction he arrived from.] Winner buys a round of drinks.
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It's unfamiliar in this place, but this moment has a feeling of being like the kind of accord between men and women of the blade that had been common enough back home. There's a certain relief (and aching familiarity) in that.]
You're already on your way to it, trust; I've still plenty of bruises from the hold you caught me in. Speaks volumes, that. [Fuck him, that was practically friendly. He doesn't know if that's something he should be treading into with this man given the-- everything of all of this.
But it's too late now. Taking a step forward, Aloïs offers one thickly-calloused hand to the other man.]
Charles Vane. I'll know you as you are. [No more, no less.]
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Then we'll know each other.
[there will be no forgetting aloïs after this, that's for certain. but as to the question of a new enemy, vane can admit that he's pleased to have landed shy of that. it's not worth it here, like it often was at home, to draw a line in the sand over what amounts to circumstantial fuckery and poor judgment.
for that matter, he can also brag that he didn't have to suffer through what would have been a painful recovery anywhere else.]
I was lucky - had someone patch me up with methods for expediting the process.
[not a scratch on him to show for it now, thanks to the tiger woman who lets him share her bed sometimes. for a moment he continues to look at aloïs rather thoughtfully, before adding one more thing.]
Once that demon of yours is silenced, should you find yourself in the mood for a cleaner fight, you know how to reach me now. I'd say we could improve each other.
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Aye. [Aloïs smiles slightly at the offer of another fight, encouraged. There's a certain risk he can feel in becoming friendly with this man, but there's undeniable temptation there, too. He should resist, probably. There's no logical reason not to.
But he can't.] I'll look you up once my arm bends the right way again. [Gathering his cloak about him, Aloïs starts off in the direction he arrived from.] Winner buys a round of drinks.