[Whether Isaac appreciates his tone or not is immaterial to Jack, at the moment, since he himself does not appreciate being tackled out of the air by giant snakes made of darkness. It's an even score, as far as he's concerned. Things don't really get creepy until that 'reborn,' stuff, and he traces a foot back, less than a proper step but the beginnings of a stance that is ready to wheel and bolt. He stills, though, when Isaac gaze flits and his expression drops, and the man's hardly closed his eyes before he looks over his right shoulder for the source of what's unsettled him.
There's nothing behind him, nothing around them - nothing but the trees and the wind, nothing on his shoulder, nothing at all but Isaac and himself. He's watching him, bewildered and tense, when the man opens his eyes again. And compliments him.
He doesn't know what he means for a second. Then he remembers the little bit of metal and stone in his ear, and his fingers move up to it, tracing the contours as he nods slightly.]
Ah . . . thanks. [He has no idea what to do, with Isaac being so mild, with the relatively new token and its meaning pulled into focus between them.] It's from Zev.
[He dimly remembers, only then, Zevran mentioning something when he returned to them. A brandy-soaked ramble and Isaac's name, talk of sweaty dalliances and mercy-killing alike, a mention of something never quite solidifying between them. It prickles down his spine, like the sensation of a thunderstorm coming miles off.]
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There's nothing behind him, nothing around them - nothing but the trees and the wind, nothing on his shoulder, nothing at all but Isaac and himself. He's watching him, bewildered and tense, when the man opens his eyes again. And compliments him.
He doesn't know what he means for a second. Then he remembers the little bit of metal and stone in his ear, and his fingers move up to it, tracing the contours as he nods slightly.]
Ah . . . thanks. [He has no idea what to do, with Isaac being so mild, with the relatively new token and its meaning pulled into focus between them.] It's from Zev.
[He dimly remembers, only then, Zevran mentioning something when he returned to them. A brandy-soaked ramble and Isaac's name, talk of sweaty dalliances and mercy-killing alike, a mention of something never quite solidifying between them. It prickles down his spine, like the sensation of a thunderstorm coming miles off.]