Post by archer on Nov 9, 2012 18:16:04 GMT -5
That smile is contagious. Archer doesn’t even want to wipe it off Petrel’s face. He wants to watch it grow, wants.. for once, he thinks perhaps he’d love to help Petrel, or bring Petrel in on one of his games. The two of them would make a wonderfully destructive team, and he knows Petrel has at least somewhat of a love for screwing with other people.
“I intend to make the consequences of abandonment clear,” and there’s a sharper edge than usual, and he takes a drag from the cigarette, which is essentially burned down, “but I suppose positive motivation can be useful as well. I don’t have the patience to make Rocket a ‘family’ environment, but some cohesion and loyalty among the grunts might be an improvement. Rather than pairs, I’d prefer groups, so when we need larger numbers sent on a single mission they already know and can work well with each other.” He’s got so, so many plans that differ from Giovanni’s.
The cigarette’s burning dangerously close to his hand. For a moment, he sits and watches it, letting the ash falls onto his hand. Petrel leans in, and he’s treated to a breath that smells like smoke. He puts the cigarette out suddenly, almost violently, on the table right beneath where Petrel’s leaning, perhaps a bit close for comfort.
“Is that the attitude I get for giving you what you asked for?” His look is disapproving, but his eyes have a rare spark of life behind them. He’s enjoying this. “I could tell you no, if you’d prefer. Make you ask a few more times before I give in.” This he says in a firm voice, a commanding voice, but it’s not his no-nonsense Rocket-business tone. This is a voice most often heard by Proton and a few hand-picked others Archer consorts with. “Whatever turns you on.”