<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.</div>Of course the boy wanted something. People tended not to approach Clive unless they had a purpose; apparently his habit of humming eerily cheerful tunes was off-putting to some people, but he rather enjoyed it. Regardless, he simply continued to stare down at John with the smallest of sighs, shaking his head slightly. "You are the most direct pickpocket I have ever met." He moved to step smoothly around the boy's frame, slender legs carrying him with elegant strides towards the bar where he stood smartly.<br/><br/>He naturally attracted attention and it wasn't quick before the barman approached with his somewhat rough manner. Clive didn't speak; he simply reached into a pocket to withdraw a silver coin, placing it upon the counter before nodding towards John with a somewhat impatient hum. Once the order was placed and delivered, Clive gestured for the barman to leave them alone, at which point he turned to the door once again, seeming to be looking for someone as yet invisible.<br/><br/>"You show little respect." He stated, fingers now finding the small comb always on his person, beginning to idly draw it carefully through ever-smooth and silken hair, his eyes not once moving from the door. "Such respect can be taught. But it is not my place to suggest it... A pity..." He glanced briefly towards John's hands; twitchy things. They really should be stilled.