"Believe me, you won't find anything short of plastic in there," said Eddie, though he jerked away. Instinct carried over to the easiest of impulses. "Plastic that is easily canceled, my fine-fingered friend. Modern technology ruins the deviously cultivated arts, doesn't it? I used to think it a boon." Eyes flashed towards Zevran's attractive features, calculating ratios idly. The tender tended to his drink.
"But nice try. Really."
He carried the drink to his mouth, then paused. And looked into it, presumably at his own reflection. Staring almost remorsefully into it, as if searching for a query to an answer partially forgotten.
"One question, though. How could such a deft scoundrel fumble such an easy pickpocket? Your body language is nothing short of masterful. You watch without looking, a sort of awareness that becomes a craft. You haven't had anything to drink, you've likely purposefully kept your mind clear and reflexes clean. You presumably, from what we've briefly discussed, live a life that simply doesn't humor slip-ups, much less frankly amateur mistakes. There's really no reasoning behind it." Eddie spoke without glancing up, his lips pursed into an ironic pout. "It's that logic at work again, you see, I'm really very good at it. I'm used to people underestimating me -- Bond, Norman. Batman. I would be a madman if I didn't take advantage of easy prey, wouldn't I be?"
He looked at Zevran, almost asking for someone to understand.
"I didn't spend years eating in Arkham beside Jonathan Crane to learn unwariness. The man could hide fear toxin under his fingernail. You might want to seek someone with less dark experience. It tends to cloud certain ambitions."
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"But nice try. Really."
He carried the drink to his mouth, then paused. And looked into it, presumably at his own reflection. Staring almost remorsefully into it, as if searching for a query to an answer partially forgotten.
"One question, though. How could such a deft scoundrel fumble such an easy pickpocket? Your body language is nothing short of masterful. You watch without looking, a sort of awareness that becomes a craft. You haven't had anything to drink, you've likely purposefully kept your mind clear and reflexes clean. You presumably, from what we've briefly discussed, live a life that simply doesn't humor slip-ups, much less frankly amateur mistakes. There's really no reasoning behind it." Eddie spoke without glancing up, his lips pursed into an ironic pout. "It's that logic at work again, you see, I'm really very good at it. I'm used to people underestimating me -- Bond, Norman. Batman. I would be a madman if I didn't take advantage of easy prey, wouldn't I be?"
He looked at Zevran, almost asking for someone to understand.
"I didn't spend years eating in Arkham beside Jonathan Crane to learn unwariness. The man could hide fear toxin under his fingernail. You might want to seek someone with less dark experience. It tends to cloud certain ambitions."