A Fighting Promise

interest brewed within the mercury and marble blue spectacles of the man as his guest's emotions slipped through. his neck coiled and his lithe body writhed behind him; every sinew clinging to his bones wanting to take advantage. but hansel quickly recovered and a small groan of disapproval fell from jaeger's lips at his suggestion of fate. he knew, with all his being, that fate was nothing but a poor man's excuse for his oppressive life. the gods gave you opportunities throughout your life; if you rejected them, they simply gave you another with wool over your eyes so you believed you'd chosen something on your own accord. there was no free will involved. and jaeger accepted that.

but this man seemed like one who simply would not accept the facts. he spoke of a mission and while jaeger was interested, he had a game to play. "what you speak of is a fool's errand." he side-stepped, frame curling and uncurling behind his steely gaze. "to put your own life at risk for a mere promise without any personal gain is not my style. but..." a movement from his peripheral vision caused a diamond audit to swivel, ready to catch any noise. they had an audience. "i happen to be an honorable fool." a devious smirk flashed his pearly whites at his soon-to-be opponent. "now, shall we compare our assets in a fashionable spar?"