<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 and Mary (indirectly)</div>It was a small marvel to stand beside the Master and slave; their interaction never ceased to amaze Clive in that it was nothing like the manner he had seen anywhere besides them. Slave should be subservient and polite to everyone; especially their Masters, but John was nothing like that. He wondered why Santeri bothered, perhaps the 'slave' was a wonder in the bedsheets. Certainly the handsome man could think of no other reason as to why anyone would put up with such persistent rudeness. He snapped himself from his inner musings as John ha the nerve to ask for another drink, rolling his eyes mentally; he didn't mind buying the occasional drink since he usually had coin to spare, but neither could he imagine ever demanding something for nothing so openly...<br/><br/>At least Santeri didn't deliver immediately; that was something. "Perhaps a more effective punishment would be denying him drink?" He offered with the faintest hint of a disapproving frown upon his features as his eyes flicked between the pair. John was behaving oddly again; it put him on edge and he shifted his position subtly to stand more to attention. "He seems unstable as it is. Adding alcohol seems to only invite trouble... But I won't question your methods."<br/><br/>He allowed his mind to cast back tot he times when he had suffered; private times that he had never spoken of to anyone. He preferred it that way; what woman spoke of her marital bed? None with class and caliber certainly, and Clive liked to think he had both of those.<br/><br/>Something then caught his attention; someone was approaching the Captain. More importantly, a very-much armed stranger. Clive frowned more deeply, eyes narrowing upon the unknown character in the most display of emotion he had shown thus far, gritting his teeth slightly. He disliked those he didn't know getting too close, for their own safety as much as Govard's; the Captain was often impulsive when he was drunk, which was always...<br/><br/>"Pay attention." He muttered quietly towards the pair beside him, nodding towards the Captain's table. Matters were only made worse as a second man followed close after and Clive's stomach lurched most uncomfortably; he didn't like to think of himself as the fretting type, but... His hands clenched gently and he reached to grip an empty glass that lingered upon the counter; he wouldn't hesitate to use it as a weapon if it seemed Govard was being threatened...