the towering black male nods at her first remark, indeed, he would never know the feminine mystery of childbearing… but he also chuckles quietly at her dramatics. she is clearly the argumentative sort, and looking for a bone to pick. she wouldn’t find it in him however. he is large enough not to feel threatened by much, physically, and calm enough in demeanor that not much riled him up. she could tirade to him all she wished… if it made her feel better, which he thought maybe it would. her quixotic glance causes him to equip his own sly smile. wasn’t she the curious one? she doesn’t give him much time to answer before informing him that this isn’t the place to make decisions… and her last statement sounds almost like a threat but with the smile on her lips he can’t be sure. she was surely in no state to drive him anywhere… but he truly didn’t care if she tried. lukas had no other plans so what harm would it do to accompany her? he doesn’t know for sure if that is what she insinuates but he doesn’t think too much of it for the moment. he lowers his large convex head, shaking the inky black crest of mane from his eyes and stretching the long sore muscles in his neck nonchalantly. his voice remains cool, though amused at her speech, as he replies. the things that are for me to decide of course… he watches her, waiting for a certain look of irritation that he predicts will cross her features at any second. she seems the type that needs to be in control. no wonder being ungainly has her so formidably unhappy. i wonder then, what you are doing here? in search of souls to ferry away to your lair? or perhaps you are in need of a decision to be made for you? he is genuinely curious why she has come.. and in such a condition. beneath the facade of anger and snide-ness he senses some unrest in her spirit. quite likely it is totally un-relatable to his issues but he could commiserate with a wandering soul at least, if she needed. it seemed unlikely she would open up though, he surmised. and he certainly wouldn’t with such brusque treatment. his was a sensitive soul, beneath his warriors body. his dark eyes don’t leave her as he waits for what he is sure will be a salty rebuke but there is a smile hiding in their depths.
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