He wished that he had the ability to read minds instead of just faces, body language. There were some kinds of terrible and crazy - just look at that purple guy from Jessica Jones - who could play with people’s minds, but Pace, for all his god-like ascension, just couldn’t do it. Still, how cool was it that he could change the look of the bar by blinking his eyes? Or rip any one of the assholes out there in half as easily as if they were bread? It was a teenager’s fantasy - or really anyone who read a comic book - to be able to have some of supernatural prowess.<br/><br/><br/>Maybe tomorrow night he would have 80’s night.<br/><br/><br/>Or maybe tomorrow he would prey on the kink culture, a little leather and bondage, maybe get this one sitting in front of him in that slutty Princess Leia get up and have a<i>bond</i>-a-fide nerd night with it.<br/><br/><br/>Pace seemed to be mulling this over when his hand stretched up to rub against the stubble on his jaw. Regardless of his inability to read minds, he could at least smell the nerves, underneath the wolf musk, that clung to the young woman who was trying hard not to squirm in her chair in front of him. He could even hear the pounding of her heart, see the tightness in her face, almost taste the sweaty palms while she tried to put on that<i>I’m a tough bitch</i>face.<br/><br/><br/>“Should I not be enjoying this?” His lips twitched. Then his eyes dropped down to the pendant she wore around her neck, studying that for a curious moment, before his attention snapped back up to her face. “You keep bringing up the rabbit hole like you might want to be enjoying something too.”<br/><br/><br/>He might not be a wolf, per se, but the jackal was close enough in the family, and there devious smile in place mirrored it. “What kind of rabbit hole did you want me to send you down?”<br/><br/><br/>His voice was soft, predatory and yet coaxing, his attention fixated in a way that could be mistaken for either curiosity or something more dangerous. The truth of the matter was that Pace didn’t want to be so quick to toss the woman out of the bar, no matter that she had struck first. No matter the Laws in place for the waystation that bound his eternal soul there, he could tell the bad seeds from the worse seeds to the downright nasty seeds. The demon, of course, being one of the nasty ones -- but too crafty himself to ever make a move while in a place like this. Because, unlike the woman who was trying hard not to fidget, Pace wouldn’t hesitate from ripping that to shreds. And he was for damn certain not going to make any deals with that kind of slag.<br/><br/><br/>“So what did Abernus do to you?”<br/><br/><br/>There it was. The question that had been itching behind his ear, needing a good scratch. Still, the bad girl comment got him leaning forward, his elbows moving to prop him up on the desk. The devil still had the smile on his face, but his eyes narrowed right into hers, playing against the tension that had her back bowed and her chin up high. Vaguely, he wondered what she would do if he said<i>boo</i>.<br/><br/><br/>“We could work on your ability to follow rules. As part of a deal,” he offered slyly, waiting for the rebuttal expectantly.