Post by Ahman on Aug 25, 2014 22:24:24 GMT -5
Truth be told, Ahman knew nothing about witchcraft. He was pretty sure Nevan was aware of this, but that hardly mattered. He did not necessarily need anything to continue t earn a profit. Hell, he could probably live for the rest of his days without lifting a figure with all the savings he had locked away, mixed in the with money from the previous owner of the establishment. That was boring though, and he preferred being a man, not just with wealth, but with a vast sum of power and influence too.
From how defensive he seemed about his work, Ahman was guessing that the boy and his family had pride being what they were. The vampire had no clue as to why, since part of the boy's memories showed that they did not live a fine establishment such as himself. Ahman would have no pride in their shoes. What was it that humans liked to believe in? "Trying"?
"Familiarize with me, then, as we walk. My line of work is not dependent on anything you can offer me, but you could possibly make some efforts...effortless, I suppose you could say, and more interesting. I know nothing on witchcraft, so what could you offer me for the possible exchange of enough coin to last your family a few months without a day's work, in case you decided to do so?" Now the vampire wanted to see if the boy could live up to his pride. He knew there would be no denial. How could he, when Ahman was willing to pay a hefty sum of coin that could put a feast on the table?
He had ignored the muffled words about his mother. The only possibly threat Ahman believed to actually be so to himself and his work were the Angels and, possibly, the Daemon Lord, Gabriel, if he decided to get on his bad sad, that is. Beyond that, he feared little, if anything. This coming from an old, old man who had seen and endured a lot in his youth.
The way Nevan lead the way to the house was actually amusing. He seemed paranoid, not that Ahman blamed him. Hound kept a sharp eye on the boy, but otherwise did nothing but follow. A devious smirk slid its way onto the daemon's expression.
"Why so paranoid, boy? Honestly, I wonder if any of you have the slightest bit of common sense about you." He shook his head with the smirk still intact. "If I had wanted to kill you, I would have already done so." He still might, depending on if the boy showed any use or not. Ahman was more experienced, more agile and deadly than the boy and could kill him in seconds, but he did not state the obvious out loud.
From how defensive he seemed about his work, Ahman was guessing that the boy and his family had pride being what they were. The vampire had no clue as to why, since part of the boy's memories showed that they did not live a fine establishment such as himself. Ahman would have no pride in their shoes. What was it that humans liked to believe in? "Trying"?
"Familiarize with me, then, as we walk. My line of work is not dependent on anything you can offer me, but you could possibly make some efforts...effortless, I suppose you could say, and more interesting. I know nothing on witchcraft, so what could you offer me for the possible exchange of enough coin to last your family a few months without a day's work, in case you decided to do so?" Now the vampire wanted to see if the boy could live up to his pride. He knew there would be no denial. How could he, when Ahman was willing to pay a hefty sum of coin that could put a feast on the table?
He had ignored the muffled words about his mother. The only possibly threat Ahman believed to actually be so to himself and his work were the Angels and, possibly, the Daemon Lord, Gabriel, if he decided to get on his bad sad, that is. Beyond that, he feared little, if anything. This coming from an old, old man who had seen and endured a lot in his youth.
The way Nevan lead the way to the house was actually amusing. He seemed paranoid, not that Ahman blamed him. Hound kept a sharp eye on the boy, but otherwise did nothing but follow. A devious smirk slid its way onto the daemon's expression.
"Why so paranoid, boy? Honestly, I wonder if any of you have the slightest bit of common sense about you." He shook his head with the smirk still intact. "If I had wanted to kill you, I would have already done so." He still might, depending on if the boy showed any use or not. Ahman was more experienced, more agile and deadly than the boy and could kill him in seconds, but he did not state the obvious out loud.