<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/Izhoa.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Clive Hardwich. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6414895#msg6414895)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo - The Blue Iguana.<br/><strong>Languages:</strong>English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Govard, eyeing the brawl</div>Clive merely smiled slightly at the sharp greeting, having learned years ago not to take such insults personally. He wasn't even sure the things Govard called him were insults to the always-drunk Captain, certainly he couldn't bare the thought that he enjoyed the company of another man, and the interrogator was too uncaring to alter the other man's perception; truthfully he didn't mind what he was called. Whore, cunt, bitch, and the most pleasant 'woman' being among Govard's favourites, Clive simply smiled and accepted it; he was the one who made the man moan in pleasure afterall... Ahh, wonderful times...<br/><br/>But he was getting distracted.and lightly shook his head, leaning forwards to touch a finger to the indicated bloodstain, frowning slightly. "I'm sure you gave them a most deserved lesson, Captain. I know you so live your cockfights..." He tilted his head and took a small sip of his own drink before shuddering st the terrible taste and pushing it away slightly in offering to the other man if he so wanted it.<br/><br/>"I haven't opened my legs to anyone, Sir... not since I found myself thrown to your bed last..." He replied quietly to the drunken accusations, knowing that nothing he said would dissuade the man's damning opinion; likely Govard would forget, else punish him for his apparent adultery later. Clive blinked.quickly, stilling his natural instinct to resist as the hand suddenly came to his neck and pulled him closer to feel the crushing lips rather clumsily upon his own. His lips parted willingly to allow the Captain his fill, offering a light suck to the invading tongue before they parted and the hissed insult began only to be cut off by the beginnings of a brawl.<br/><br/>"Mm? The slave?" Clive sighed and shook his head. "Perhaps we will be lucky and he'll be killed now... would you like to bet on fatalities, Sir?" Again, he smiled slightly towards Govard, running fingers through his long hair.