"Anyone else?" Hayate answered, who had he killed tonight? A hand snatched the scruff of Nixton's shirt, yanking him to his feet and holding him there. On closer look, he had a nice face and an odd set of eyes that forced the man to linger there for a little while. It'd be such a waste to kill him. A small smile crossed the hunter's features, though to someone that didn't know him well it probably would have come across as creepy. "I'm not gonna kill you. But I don't really wanna let you go either." Mainly because he was kind of cute and Hayate was just a little worried that this kid was as hopelessly lost as most creatures that wandered in here.
"Geez, you're little." He was slender and scrawny and it was a wonder that Sparky hadn't ended up snapping him in half as he'd pounced on him. "At least if I take you with me I can just lie and say I killed you, right? I get my cash, and you get to live. Fair deal?" His tone was more matter of fact than it should have been saying something like that, one of his ears twitched, and he lifted an eyebrow at the boy, hand still on the scruff of his shirt.
"Geez, you're little." He was slender and scrawny and it was a wonder that Sparky hadn't ended up snapping him in half as he'd pounced on him. "At least if I take you with me I can just lie and say I killed you, right? I get my cash, and you get to live. Fair deal?" His tone was more matter of fact than it should have been saying something like that, one of his ears twitched, and he lifted an eyebrow at the boy, hand still on the scruff of his shirt.