(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l521/ElliMichi/knaveofheartstaintedmini.png)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Ilosovic Stayne (Knave)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Broken Cup<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Rabbit<br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Ravi;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">"Using an empty cup and giving it back to you goes on my tap?" he questioned with a smirk, "I suppose there is nothing to be done about it. Perhaps a small favor to you would help to wipe some of that tab clean," though he was fairly certain that the Rabbit was not one to try and exchange favors. What she got back from him might not be what she was expecting and he expected that she somehow knew that, "I could always give you more time so that you wouldn't have to worry about keeping it," he wasn't certain how he would give more time, but he knew he could figure it out and that she likely wouldn't like the result. Time was hard to keep and easily lost. The Knave knew that, but he also knew that everything could be regotten if enough effot was put into it.<br/><br/>Reaching over, he grabbed up the tea cup and held it to the girl who proceeded to let her tears fall into it, "Tarts can be surpringly sour as well, you know. They don't always have to be sweet. Especially berry ones. Some berries need more time to become ripe and sweet. This one hasn't fully ripened yet. But she is learning," he pet the girl's hair a little before turning back to the hostess, waitress, whatever she was. <br/><br/>"I desire several things, Rabbit. Namely the right eye of a certain Cat. Can you help me with that or does it go against this place's peaceful intent? And yes, the Queen is lucky to have me," not that he'd touch her with a ten foot fishing pole with a sharp hook on it. Ilosovic had very little decency, but he wasn't about to touch that breeding cow. He got what he needed from her and did his job well. That was all that mattered. Though now and then, he tried to figure out why he worked for her. There was nothing holding him to her service or forcing him to take care of her girls the way he did. He really wasn't sure why he did it. He wondered if there was some sort of job out there that would allow him the same liberties, but for a better employer. <br/><br/>The Knave thought about this for a moment, "Strike what I said about the eye. I will take care of that myself. I desire better employment. Preferably with the same pay," his one eye glanced down at the girl in his lap, "But for someone less detestable," he didn't even think about the Hare. Ilosovic didn't believe in friendship, but he did have loyalties and trust. The Hare was the only person he had both of those for. To leave the Queen might put him on the Hare's bad side. Though he supposed it would depend on who his new employer was, "I'm tired of that cow."<br/><br/>He had no fear of the Tart running back to her mother about this conversation. Mostly because the horse was nearly wrapped around his finger. All he would have to do is whisper in her ear like a lover, as much as he despised to do so, and tell her that her Tart was simply misbehaving again. That would land her back into his lap and he would be much harsher on her that time than he was this time, "Anything you can do about that Rabbit? Or are you really that hard up on time that you cannot assist me?"</span></span>