[ Fandaniel is content to remain silent as Nishi considers the offer; it would be what the man had seemed to hope for before, no? To be the one who killed him. To bury him in a grave. And here he was, offering it to him, but he felt no need to push or insist. A smirk plays across his lips when Nishi finally speaks, eyes narrowing with a hint of amusement, or is it even a hint? When he always seems so damn amused already?
He'll idly brush his fingers over the hand at his throat, a gentle, lingering touch. ]
I would expect nothing less. To only take from you would make for a very poor partnership. You need only ask. Tell me what you want. I will not deny you.
[With that established, Nishi's hand falls away from Fandaniel's throat, a wry grin on his lips when he denies him what he wants. If Fandaniel can endure everything Nishi is going to put him through, he will eventually earn his reward... but there may be a little choking as a treat somewhere down the line. It all depends on how Fandaniel plays his cards.
Nishi leans back, cheek resting against his fist. He's looking Fandaniel up and down for reasons that will become clear shortly—]
Good. Then you should have no problem waiting on me hand and foot until your number is up. To start with, you'll need to look the part.
[That's the approach. He'll gradually up the ante until Fandaniel realizes it's not worth it to court death by Nishi's hands, until he gets fed up and forces someone else to visit sweet death upon him. Shouldn't be too hard.]
[ Oh, look the part? There's a laugh, though an honest one rather than some high-pitched, deranged monstrosity. Nishi is about to find out how difficult Fandaniel is to get rid of. His previous lord had been far more dangerous than this man and had threatened and threatened, and yet! ]
I can assure you, I look excellent in a butler's suit if that is your desire.
[...This man has to back down at some point, right? It's fine. Nishi will win this battle of attrition. He's sure of it.]
Fine, fine. But seeing as you had a bit of an accident earlier [lol], we might reconvene in the morning. You should go bathe so the dresses don't get stained with wine.
[ Excuse him a moment while he picks the glass of wine back up, being sure to finish it off. He does it in one go, drinking, and drinking, and then licking his lips clean slowly once he's done, gaze dropping back down to Nishi. He won't do anything else, though.
He'll leave the glass on the bar and slide down off the stool, offering him a prim and proper bow before he heads off. ]
Anything my master wishes. I shall see you upon the morning.
[ And then he whisks himself away, a cheerful little pep to his step. ]
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He'll idly brush his fingers over the hand at his throat, a gentle, lingering touch. ]
I would expect nothing less. To only take from you would make for a very poor partnership. You need only ask. Tell me what you want. I will not deny you.
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Nishi leans back, cheek resting against his fist. He's looking Fandaniel up and down for reasons that will become clear shortly—]
Good. Then you should have no problem waiting on me hand and foot until your number is up. To start with, you'll need to look the part.
[That's the approach. He'll gradually up the ante until Fandaniel realizes it's not worth it to court death by Nishi's hands, until he gets fed up and forces someone else to visit sweet death upon him. Shouldn't be too hard.]
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I can assure you, I look excellent in a butler's suit if that is your desire.
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[Nishi's laugh is a decidedly mean one. He's sure Fandaniel cleans up well, but he's looking for something dirtier.]
I was thinking a maid's dress— French style, of course.
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A maid's dress, you say? Well, if you insist, but you shall have to pick it out for me. I am unaware of what the French are.
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Fine, fine. But seeing as you had a bit of an accident earlier [lol], we might reconvene in the morning. You should go bathe so the dresses don't get stained with wine.
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[ Excuse him a moment while he picks the glass of wine back up, being sure to finish it off. He does it in one go, drinking, and drinking, and then licking his lips clean slowly once he's done, gaze dropping back down to Nishi. He won't do anything else, though.
He'll leave the glass on the bar and slide down off the stool, offering him a prim and proper bow before he heads off. ]
Anything my master wishes. I shall see you upon the morning.
[ And then he whisks himself away, a cheerful little pep to his step. ]