“If I smile sweetly and pretend to feel threatened, it won't have the same effect.”
He looks around at their environment. “I hate it. It's too clean. Too populated.” Zack thinks for a bit. “We might have something back at home. There are things lying about that Abe tells me are worth a fortune to greedy mortals. Worth enough to destroy their only home for. To me, they just look like bits of glass and yellow metal.”
“It's not my job to claim your individual soul,” he tells her. “If you die in an apocalypse of your own making, then you're mine, or Abe's.”
Zack waves a hand vaguely, and pulls another stolen doughnut from his pocket with what is very nearly a smirk. He's seen all the tricks, though admittedly not hers. He knows how to make it look like he's pinched a couple of doughnuts when in fact he has four more in his pockets. “But if someone more powerful has a prior claim, we won't force the issue.”
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He looks around at their environment. “I hate it. It's too clean. Too populated.” Zack thinks for a bit. “We might have something back at home. There are things lying about that Abe tells me are worth a fortune to greedy mortals. Worth enough to destroy their only home for. To me, they just look like bits of glass and yellow metal.”
“It's not my job to claim your individual soul,” he tells her. “If you die in an apocalypse of your own making, then you're mine, or Abe's.”
Zack waves a hand vaguely, and pulls another stolen doughnut from his pocket with what is very nearly a smirk. He's seen all the tricks, though admittedly not hers. He knows how to make it look like he's pinched a couple of doughnuts when in fact he has four more in his pockets. “But if someone more powerful has a prior claim, we won't force the issue.”