<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 and pondering Ta'er.[/floatleft]<br/>He merely closed his eyes with a small smile at the death threat, shaking his head ever so slightly before leaning forward to offer a quiet, seductive whisper to the Captain. "But who would warm your bed if I was gone, Sir? Maybe you just want to see my pretty corpse?" Clive's moments of joking we're rare and usually reserved only for Govard. Sometimes they made the man chuckle, sometimes he got a slap for his trouble, but either way the young man was happy. "And I don't recall you ever giving me a dress..." he added with a faint frown; it would be terribly inconvenient to move around on.<br/><br/>His gaze then slid back to the brawl, following the Captain's lien of sight towards Ta'er; one of only a few who Clive trusted on the ship. He and her brother had been on board for a long time; they earned their place. There was also a delight in watching blood be spilled so elegantly. It was a trait he could appreciate.<br/><br/>"Of course... I will do all I can to ensure you won't leave me, Captain." He replied, turning back to Govard with a small frown. He knew it was never serious, but the notion was unpleasant nonetheless. "Whatever you would wish of me, I will happily do..."