11-20-2016, 10:43 PM
She almost had a smile, and oh how amusing it was making it twist into her little snarl. Then the ever-expected barb from his assassin-with-words. Never short for entertainment, was she? And always so bold and defiant with her speech. It was a double-edged blade for him in a way. It reminded him of his past station, but also sometimes allowed him to forget. Nobody could speak to him this way, and yet here she could, and did. It was his reminder that his previous life was over.
Sharp eyes catch movement, just the barest hint. Enough to leave him wondering if he'd imagined it. Arrya tells him perhaps the babe would like to go through with the punishment she so elegantly described to him, and invited him over to see for himself. He was still grinning at her, but it faltered in hesitation.
He never hesitated.
There was a little being in there. A little person. What if it didn't want his overbearing presence so close to it. Even babies know those thoughts, right? Then again, he wasn't about to pass up her invitation even if he thought it might be a half-hearted attempt to dissuade him.
He met her eyes with a spark of hope and uncertainty, taking a hesitant step forward. Would she really let him come near? Or maybe touch? His curiosity was strong, though, and he took the last steps slowly. Warm breaths mingled with the hair at her neck, so very close but only whiskers brushed against her.
Brown gaze eyed her belly warily. He wasn't really sure what to expect, and might have been a little nervous. Him, fierce warrior and, hell, even child snatcher. Nervous. Not that he'd ever admit any of those things, especially kidnapping, to her. Or anyone. Maybe little Moonbeam could sense it, and that was why the babe thrashed so mightily within her.
With another fleeting glance at her, he ghosted to her side and pressed the flat of his face carefully against her, feeling remarkably awkward. And then he sort of just..waited.