<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/39/SaerraTaer.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Ta'er (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6419082#msg6419082)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Blue Iguana<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open, Arouj.</div><br/>This was going exactly as he had wanted it to go, so he had no problem with the grip on his wrist tightening. His smile deepened at Arouj’s words.<br/>He knew his captain wasn’t much impressive upon land, nor would any see just how impressive he really was while on the sea if they didn’t know how to look at him. The sea and the drink made Govard a part of his world, perhaps not in perfect harmony, certainly at home. That, and Clive - his ever present shadow.<br/><br/>He had found his gaze had been drawn back to his captain when Arouj spoke again, this time in a careful, slow pace as if he wished to underline every last word. It drew his full attention back to him, though his words made him smirk a bit.<br/><br/><em>“You sail with men who take slaves of all nations? I had not heard of such things in these western waters...”</em><br/><br/><strong>”We are many a thing, but slavers, we are not,”</strong>he replied, shaking his head lightly. He must have noticed John, his demeanor and the band around his neck. He would have explained that, for as far as he knew, John didn’t do anything but follow his Master on his own account - when he wasn’t busy getting drunk when they docked, of course, but Arouj hadn’t finished yet and his next words, combined with the ever tightening grip on his wrist, stirred anger and indignation in the white haired male.<br/><br/><em>“Is that what you are, a pretty slave to act as pretty bait?”</em><br/><br/><strong>”I am a free man!”</strong>It was almost too loudly spoken, nearly a cry. But then, this came too close to his own heart.<br/><strong>”How dare you even imply this..,”</strong>he continued, then tensed his jaws and spoke anew, more quiet of tone.<br/><strong>”I decide who I lay with, Arouj. I decide whom I find worthy of kneeling to as if he were a God that demanded my worship. If I had found you to be less interesting, the pressure you are feeling right now would have not been pressure but a wound and it would have been the last you would have ever felt.”</strong><br/><br/>It was a demonstration, and not just of his fighting skills. During his words the arm that hadn’t been locked in a heavy grip had slid back to loosen and pluck a dagger from his back. His anger -which hadn’t been faked- had acted as a cloak to his action and he had placed the sharp of his steel against the man’s tunic in the shadow cast by the man himself. It was pressed against, but carefully, not even cutting into the fabric. Only a demonstration.