[The small moments and here, here it is. The peace between; the quiet slips, where Ryslig's troubles hit the back burner and time slinks by as sure and easy as smoke off a half-cracked smile. The former homunculus ruffles through the last bits of his transaction. He flips a single coin with a snap of his thumb - its dance, a gold piece, taking on the sun.]
[The knife clips closed and the Sin turns back to Mason.] Hmn - ? Don't see why not. [He shrugs. The curls of his fingers spin the blade's handle idly, twice. It grazes his knuckles like a breeze's sharp lick; each pass, causing a thin flit of fire to ash away at his scales. Finally, though, his claws snatch out and with a single crck, he still it.] Is that the only thing you had in mind? I'm sure our friend might appreciate it better.
[Stocke, he means. And if there's a glint of a sneer on his mouth, if there's a bit of snark in his tone, well. They already know, don't they.]
[How they have a friend in the devil.]
[Greed raises his arm, sending the clap-closed knife a'hurtling.] See if you can get it on him without him noticing. That's your next job. [A tease of amusement bakes in the bob of his throat. Of course, Stocke's no easy catch. He can easily disappear through walls. He can float away and dart. Ah, but Mason - she's clever, isn't she? More than some, more than most. No, she's the perfect one for the job and as the Sin pockets his hands, the tip of his tail gives off an excitable rattle; the look of it more similar to a cat, vibrating its pleasure.]
Unless, of course, you don't think you're up for the job -
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[The knife clips closed and the Sin turns back to Mason.] Hmn - ? Don't see why not. [He shrugs. The curls of his fingers spin the blade's handle idly, twice. It grazes his knuckles like a breeze's sharp lick; each pass, causing a thin flit of fire to ash away at his scales. Finally, though, his claws snatch out and with a single crck, he still it.] Is that the only thing you had in mind? I'm sure our friend might appreciate it better.
[Stocke, he means. And if there's a glint of a sneer on his mouth, if there's a bit of snark in his tone, well. They already know, don't they.]
[How they have a friend in the devil.]
[Greed raises his arm, sending the clap-closed knife a'hurtling.] See if you can get it on him without him noticing. That's your next job. [A tease of amusement bakes in the bob of his throat. Of course, Stocke's no easy catch. He can easily disappear through walls. He can float away and dart. Ah, but Mason - she's clever, isn't she? More than some, more than most. No, she's the perfect one for the job and as the Sin pockets his hands, the tip of his tail gives off an excitable rattle; the look of it more similar to a cat, vibrating its pleasure.]
Unless, of course, you don't think you're up for the job -