OOC: Cont'd from here.
Emryc turned to face him and Darth Asminys watched the Sith's eyes travel downward, a small smirk on his face as he watched those frosty eyes look at him. He couldn't tell what was going on behind them, but he could imagine as they flicked back up to his own.
"Strange that a title gives so much power." Asminys responded as Emryc lingered on the title, teasing him about who could order who around. He did not feel different than the hateful man who had filled his shoes before they had tacked Darth at the beginning of his name. "Somehow i don't see you bowing if I told you to get down on your knees." His nostrils flared with his eyes, a faint glimmer in them as he huffed at Ermyc's constant insolence while making an attempt to tease the man.
"I was asked to dance. Your apprenctice?" He asked as he watched Emryc smoke. He had seen the brief acknowledgment the man had given the red-head Lyra, who had stood next to him without cowering. Emryc's brow still shone with sweat as the smoke lazed around him, and Asminys wouldn't fail to say something.
"Did you enjoy your dance?" His eyes lingered on Emryc's brow before meeting the cold ones again, the simmer that boiled underneath his red-gold iris's perhaps rising a little higher.
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Emryc could only offer that same half grin when Asminys mentioned the refusal to kneel. He thought of quipping back a reply when he mentioned that Lyra had asked him to dance. Now this brought a true grin to Emryc, followed by what could almost qualify as a faint chuckle. He hadn’t seen it happen, but he could only imagine the meek girl asking someone like Asminys for a dance.
“She is,” He confirmed, drawing in smoke again as amusement danced in his eyes. He was pulled into focus again when Asminys spoke. His gaze didn’t meet his eyes, instead trained on the sweat that lined his brow. Emryc reached up to wipe it away, extending the gesture out to run his fingers through his sweaty hair. The hair stuck up where he did it, his entire head coated.
Silver eyes studied the simmering orbs that clearly had rage circling just beneath them. It vaguely reminded him of an ocean surface that had a shark swimming just beneath. There was that chilling realization it was there, and what it could do when it surfaced. There was no knowing if or when it would.
“Are you displeased?” Emryc asked simply, ignoring the original question entirely. It was a habit Asminys knew by now.
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