<span style="font-family: Old English Text;"><span style="font-style: italic">"The two of you.. really aren't getting along, are you? Though I suppose that the very fact that you haven't tried to kill one another is a good start."</span><br/><br/>Perhaps that was a good start. The key word perhaps. But as the King once again glanced, the faint flushing on his face. If Gallin's insistent spite and overly macho and aggressive attitude was not annoying, this King's glancing and blushing was more confusing to him. Did this guy for reason seem to like him or something... Not possible, Blake thought. He's a King, a emblem of royalty... And unbeknownst to this "King", Blake has some hatred for nobility... However, that hatred was being fed by Sir Gallin and his attitude towards, not that Blake had any plans of taking any anger out on the cocky bastard of a knight.<br/><br/>Blake was ready, impatient and ready, you might say. Despite that Blake was merely flashing a soft smile. He wanted to do this walk but for two reasons: It would be nice to try and get the King's trust and that he didn't have to be around Sir Gallin the rest of the day. It was not that he didn't like the man. Well... He didn't like him much... But it was more he was not so comfortable around the man.<br/><br/>And that discomforting feeling with Gallin's next words...<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Tell anyone i cried and I'll fucking kill you! Got me...?"</span><br/><br/>What was with this guy and his constant aggression and need to act like a damn tough guy all the time. He simply looked at Gallin with a teasing smile. "You have a heart of stone... You're incapable of <span style="font-style: italic">feeling</span> anything." He answered, mouthing to Gallin again, blatantly.</span>