<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“A mask to cover scars is about as useful to a body guard as a helmet with a target on it.” </span></b>Zephyr was starting to get a little more upset with this girl than he was planning on. She could just not see what he was trying to say.<br/><br/><b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“Though the necklace was not what I meant.”</span></b>Pointing right at her his green eyes looking right at her.<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“I would think before you buy someone try and figure out what you would do with them first.” </span></b>He waved his finger around in a suggestive manner<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“I doubt you've had much luck with women, I would think the other gender is more your type.” </span></b>Though everyone else would see this as just a normal insult she would hopefully get the idea at this point.<br/><br/>Taking another sip from the mug emptying it and groaning at the sight of the bottom.<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“You are rather bad at hiding things for a thief or a killer.</span></b>”He commented.<b><span style="color: DarkGreen">“And your really bad at lying, one thief and killer to another you might want to work on that”<br/>
</span></b><br/>Getting up off his stool and picking it up in one hand.<b><span style="color: DarkGreen"> “If you are going to try and hide something form someone getting close to me like you had was a bad idea”</span></b>And motioned to the spot where he had pushed her off of him.<br/><br/>He put the stool up on a table and stepped up onto it holding one leg in the air balancing<b><span style="color: DarkGreen"> “You have to be able to balance whats a lie and whats not” </span></b>The rather blatant metaphor was also a way for him to put on a show, things were getting far to serious for his liking.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>