[ SIGHS......... because flattery works very well on Set; especially in the wake of the naked disrespect and mockery of the general population within the manor.
Though capable of great pragmatism, he has always craved attention and praise, the adoration of people who could not conceptualize war's importance in the grand scheme of their lives. As peace and prosperity reigned, generation after human generation, his role had begun to diminish, to be kept at arm's length and denigrated as a mark of savagery, not civilization. To hear a non-human entity pander to his ( fragile..... ) ego, even if he cannot trust a word from his mouth, is pleasing. Acknowledgement, perhaps.
Part of him views the admission of Sebastian's non-humanity as a victory, and some part rankles at it. He'd known the other wasn't human, and was wholly confident in his assessment; his nose never lied, after all. Rather than be satisfied with the false reward, his expression begins to smooth out a little, red eyes narrowing with the sudden, predatory focus of someone difficult to satisfy. He's weak to flattery, but also wholly capable of living without it — being made the way he was, after all, meant he was designed for isolation. ]
Do you find it satisfies humans, to treat pre-established fact as humble concession? They are easily led, I have found. Especially the ones in this manor. They think me a harmless fool, all ego and impotence.
[ The scowl growing on his face twists to one side, transforming steadily into a mean little smile. He's played a horrid game for months, after all. ]
sighs,
Though capable of great pragmatism, he has always craved attention and praise, the adoration of people who could not conceptualize war's importance in the grand scheme of their lives. As peace and prosperity reigned, generation after human generation, his role had begun to diminish, to be kept at arm's length and denigrated as a mark of savagery, not civilization. To hear a non-human entity pander to his ( fragile..... ) ego, even if he cannot trust a word from his mouth, is pleasing. Acknowledgement, perhaps.
Part of him views the admission of Sebastian's non-humanity as a victory, and some part rankles at it. He'd known the other wasn't human, and was wholly confident in his assessment; his nose never lied, after all. Rather than be satisfied with the false reward, his expression begins to smooth out a little, red eyes narrowing with the sudden, predatory focus of someone difficult to satisfy. He's weak to flattery, but also wholly capable of living without it — being made the way he was, after all, meant he was designed for isolation. ]
Do you find it satisfies humans, to treat pre-established fact as humble concession? They are easily led, I have found. Especially the ones in this manor. They think me a harmless fool, all ego and impotence.
[ The scowl growing on his face twists to one side, transforming steadily into a mean little smile. He's played a horrid game for months, after all. ]
Is my discretion worth much, to you?