<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> John, Santeri, Govard</div>Clearly he had said something to offend Judging by the unsightly glare being cast his way by John, if looks could kill (for which he was very glad they could not) he would have likely been twitching upon the floor. Of course he didn't know of the terrors that plagued the slave's consciousness, but even if he did it was likely he would have recommended the same punishment; what use was such if it didn't hurt, after all? As it was, he simply cleared his throat and shook his head, his somewhat expressionless features looking towards John unflinchingly before Santeri stepped between them and moved to usher the unpredictable slave away to some less bothersome location. "It seems I overstepped my bounds. My apologies." He stated simply with a small nod towards the Master; in his opinion a slave deserved no apology, especially when he felt he had done little wrong.<br/><br/>"I will leave you to you 'something stronger'." He continued, gesturing to the barman for two more drinks at which point he lifted them  delicately and turned to make his way towards the now alone Captain, his head lightly tilted to one side. Long hair drifted across slender shoulders, and Clive tilted his head forward to cause several strands to slightly obscure his face; while delicate in appearance, he liked to try and help maintain the peculiar illusion of womanhood Govard held for him. It was a peculiar relationship, but one that seemed to work and had withstood several years.<br/><br/>"Captain..." He announced himself quietly, allowing the smallest of smiles (rare, if not unheard of for anyone but Govard) to cross his lips as he placed the mug before the man, sliding into a chair beside him and glancing to the door where the two who had been addressing the man had vanished through. "How fare you this evening? I've not seen you since we docked... I was... Concerned..." He cleared his throat, taking a sip of the... Whatever it was in the mug. He was curious as to who had been speaking to the Captain, but it was only polite to speak of simpler things first.