Serpico just stares at Lon'qu for a quiet moment at that, his gaze steady and sharp, like a wild animal silently evaluating a hunter.
And then he smiles and slowly gets to his feet. His balance is a little wobbly, a part of him aching to sit back down in Lon'qu's lap and close the distance between them, but self-discipline has always been one of his strengths.
"That, I'm afraid I cannot say."
There's the rustle of fabric as he starts rearranging his torn clothes, trying to use his belt to keep them fastened in place.
"I feel the council doesn't trust me very much." He says it airily, like it's an idle observation. Like he has no idea that distrust is the very reason Lon'qu has been assigned as his watchdog and executioner. "I was given no notice that I was carrying something so dangerous. So I wasn't given any information about how to undo the curse either, of course."
His hands jolt when he accidentally brushes his fingers against that mark, and he has to stifle a noise from the back of his throat. Serpico grits his teeth as he fastens his belt tight, then looks back to Lon'qu.
"Ah, in case you'd considered killing me to rid yourself of the curse, I'd advise against it. It may work. But it may not. And I doubt you're interested in, ah ... being smitten by a corpse."
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And then he smiles and slowly gets to his feet. His balance is a little wobbly, a part of him aching to sit back down in Lon'qu's lap and close the distance between them, but self-discipline has always been one of his strengths.
"That, I'm afraid I cannot say."
There's the rustle of fabric as he starts rearranging his torn clothes, trying to use his belt to keep them fastened in place.
"I feel the council doesn't trust me very much." He says it airily, like it's an idle observation. Like he has no idea that distrust is the very reason Lon'qu has been assigned as his watchdog and executioner. "I was given no notice that I was carrying something so dangerous. So I wasn't given any information about how to undo the curse either, of course."
His hands jolt when he accidentally brushes his fingers against that mark, and he has to stifle a noise from the back of his throat. Serpico grits his teeth as he fastens his belt tight, then looks back to Lon'qu.
"Ah, in case you'd considered killing me to rid yourself of the curse, I'd advise against it. It may work. But it may not. And I doubt you're interested in, ah ... being smitten by a corpse."