Tomas raised an eyebrow very slowly, only half-amused by Fitz's words, as he drank deeply from his glass of rum, emptying it again, this time crunching on the ice. Putting the cold empty crystal tumbler down on the bar top, Tomas fingered the rim thoughtfully, once again deliberately ignoring the man beside him for a long moment, unimpressed, and angered now by Fitz's unveiled threats, all humour gone as he said in a dark, cold voice.
"I'd watch yourself," Tomas warned as he now stared at Fitz's reflection in the darkly light mirror behind the bar, his eyes soulless as they regarded him, "I don't take threats lightly, nor do I entertain fools. Especially ones who come into
my bar, approach
me with a shady money-making deal, and think that
I'm gullible enough to trust their propositions just because..."
"So... If you try anything, and I mean
anything..." Tomas said in a menacing low steady tone as he slowly turned to look at Fitz straight on, "I will have you tortured, then killed... and just for fun, I'll dig up your grave, reanimate you, torture and kill you again."
"Oh, and by the way, I don't give to charity," Tomas suddenly added and with a tiny smirk. "Also, lighten up, Fitz. Geez. I might be a thrill-seeking psychopath, but I'm not stupid. I do value my life - and my things... especially, my people, contracts... power over others... you know, those kinds of dark, but oh so wonderful things."
"By the way, have you ever tried blood crepes? They are quite delicious." Tomas stated matter-of-fact like as his mind wandered to food. Violence, or the talk of it, always made him hungry.
(Yes, the crepes are a thing. I've tried them, they are an acquired taste. ...
http://www.chefsdailyfoodbank.com/2010/05/blood-crepes-pork-skin.html )
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