[ Stooped over on the barrel, hunched into his cigarette, Tavor looks particularly inhuman, especially when his eyes flicker up at Brandon. He doesn't care. To him, the family gossip is utterly uninteresting. A morality tale with an obvious ending. That's how it went with witches, even the members of the family proper knew that, but. You got a little power in the world before you spent eternity in Hell. It was an okay bargain. ]
Sure.
[ The only questions he won't answer are the ones about himself.
His tail uncurls, creeping over to rattle the bars of the cage. ]
Don't waste your energy, he's not going to do anything for you.
no subject
Sure.
[ The only questions he won't answer are the ones about himself.
His tail uncurls, creeping over to rattle the bars of the cage. ]
Don't waste your energy, he's not going to do anything for you.
[ He means that in the nicest way possible. ]