[ Ah yes, he'd disturbed the noble's sleep. How terrible. He was as arrogant as the boys Balthier remembered from school all those years ago, when he'd kept quiet that he was there on favors and scholarship while they spoke poorly of the common people. No matter his mother was a commoner and worth ten of them.
Not that it reaches his face. She's private. That life was private. Had been so long he would struggle to share it even if he wanted to. Which he pointedly didn't. He wonders if it's the magic of this place, stirring it up. Finding his vulnerabilities. A good defense, all told. ]
If you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't be here in person, and I'd already be dead.
[ If the Prince wants to eat an apple while he threatens the pirate, then Balthier will examine his nails while he bats it back. That was the thing, with these types. He was safer being interesting than being rattled.
He gives no indication he's listening intently, rolling the information around. ]
Ah, so that one is true. Fascinating. But I didn't lie. I took nothing you place any real value on, or it would have been harder to reach. I was truthful that I damaged nothing and hurt no one, so either your spell isn't working, or I've somehow lied without realizing it.
[ If he'd hurt anyone, it had been himself, but if that was how the spell worked, it wasn't much use. One for twisting the truth, though, he wonders how honest the Prince is being. There must be some other interest here, to show up personally.
He knows he ought to be more concerned. Fae have magicks and tempers humes and even Viera don't. But -- he has his own sixth sense, for those who would do anything to get their way. It's a terror he faced much too young and much too long. Those warning bells aren't going off, which means he has a decent chance of talking his way out of this. And anything better than death, he can figure out how to have changed.
Fran, however, is absolutely never going to let him out of her sight again. He was supposed to be lounging in some hot spring while she visited her sister. ]
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Not that it reaches his face. She's private. That life was private. Had been so long he would struggle to share it even if he wanted to. Which he pointedly didn't. He wonders if it's the magic of this place, stirring it up. Finding his vulnerabilities. A good defense, all told. ]
If you wanted to kill me, you wouldn't be here in person, and I'd already be dead.
[ If the Prince wants to eat an apple while he threatens the pirate, then Balthier will examine his nails while he bats it back. That was the thing, with these types. He was safer being interesting than being rattled.
He gives no indication he's listening intently, rolling the information around. ]
Ah, so that one is true. Fascinating. But I didn't lie. I took nothing you place any real value on, or it would have been harder to reach. I was truthful that I damaged nothing and hurt no one, so either your spell isn't working, or I've somehow lied without realizing it.
[ If he'd hurt anyone, it had been himself, but if that was how the spell worked, it wasn't much use. One for twisting the truth, though, he wonders how honest the Prince is being. There must be some other interest here, to show up personally.
He knows he ought to be more concerned. Fae have magicks and tempers humes and even Viera don't. But -- he has his own sixth sense, for those who would do anything to get their way. It's a terror he faced much too young and much too long. Those warning bells aren't going off, which means he has a decent chance of talking his way out of this. And anything better than death, he can figure out how to have changed.
Fran, however, is absolutely never going to let him out of her sight again. He was supposed to be lounging in some hot spring while she visited her sister. ]