There it is. The pretense is gone, the facade fallen away - or a layer of it, at least. Kronid watches Bruno go from spellbound to crestfallen, and it would be a quick and simple thing, to end it here. Or to respond with a threat.
But that can be plan B, perhaps, for this one. Instead of hardening his expression, he softens it - putting his hands up a little in a placating fashion. He does his best to look a bit pathetic, cringing back, turning his head like he's flinching away from the Seer's gaze.
"Please - I am sorry, I just - I'm used to having to hide it. What you said just now, I'd hoped...well, never mind. I can't beg your understanding, not for this."
He wraps one hand over his gut, grimy fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt.
"I'm starving, Bruno, and I - I admit my intentions were less than pure, I do, but you have been nothing but kind. I can't do this. Not to you. Not now."
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There it is. The pretense is gone, the facade fallen away - or a layer of it, at least. Kronid watches Bruno go from spellbound to crestfallen, and it would be a quick and simple thing, to end it here. Or to respond with a threat.
But that can be plan B, perhaps, for this one. Instead of hardening his expression, he softens it - putting his hands up a little in a placating fashion. He does his best to look a bit pathetic, cringing back, turning his head like he's flinching away from the Seer's gaze.
"Please - I am sorry, I just - I'm used to having to hide it. What you said just now, I'd hoped...well, never mind. I can't beg your understanding, not for this."
He wraps one hand over his gut, grimy fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt.
"I'm starving, Bruno, and I - I admit my intentions were less than pure, I do, but you have been nothing but kind. I can't do this. Not to you. Not now."