Grayell narrowed his eyes and studied her face for a moment. He wanted to smile, Margrett at this moment actually expressed just a hint of vulnerability. It suited her but in no way was he going to react. A little fascinated he stepped closer and shook his head.
You can still lose a sword or a knife. I'm sorry, but I want all officers capable of defending themselves regardless of circumstance. Bear with me. Here.
Grayell lifted her hands in his. He then opened his hands, pressed his palms to her and folded his fingers through hers. Their hands were now locked between them, at chest level. He pulled his elbows in.
Tighten up. Bring your elbows in. This will help. Trust me.
Their fingers thus entwined, Margrett smiled up at him, a little reluctantly. Then her grip tightened and she pulled his hands apart, throwing her knee into his gut.
He knee connected solidly, it was hard to throw a knee incorrectly at such range. Grayell folded, fell back one step and then shot her a look and a wicked smile.
Good girl.
His hands still locked on hers, he stepped back again and yanked her into him and onto his shoulder. He stepped forward again and straightened, his hands loosening hers and now snapping around her hips.
And so, Marg ended up suspended in the air, her stomach on Grayell's shoulder and him holding onto her quite firmly. He turned, laughing.
Grayell stopped. He looked to the two recruits and with a quick 'carry on', he carted Marg inside the council hall. He closed the door behind them, turned, slipped her from his shoulder and against the wall in front of him. His lips were tight... he didn't looked pissed but rather more urgent.
His hands pressed to the wall on either side of her head and he leaned in, leveling his eyes with hers, very close. He studied her for a moment and the playfulness was gone but again, there was no malice. Silence. Not too long, but long enough to be uncomfortable. When he spoke, he spoke low, slow and very deliberately.
I.... would rather you didn't mention that. You assume a great deal miss Margrett and unfortunately, it's simply not that funny.
He studied her some more, looking sideways down her face, switching his gaze between her left eye and then her right.
If you wanted to provoke me, understood. It'll take a great deal more than that. If you'd like me to smack you around, say the word. But I will not be baited, not with that. If you'll do me the courtesy of not mentioning my past, I'll do the same.
His eyes were level with hers again and he leaned in, terribly close. There still was no malice, just a stern, straight look.
She stared back, still a look of mild amusement on her face.
Right. No werewolves. I understand. Something happened and you regret it. She shook her head and put her finger on his chin.
You're as damaged as I am, Grayell. I know it hurts, but you have to laugh at yourself every once in a while. That's what he would have wanted, and I'm sure she would too. She smirked and patted his face condescendingly, walking back outside.
They'll think you took me up on that offer. Let's go.
Grayell laughed and followed her, shaking his head.
I suppose not. But men are terrible with secrets. Don't get too popular Captain, the men won't respect you. Hard to command a guard with lust. Perhaps.
He laughed again and leaned on the crates now. Happy to watch the other two battle for a time.
Came an all to familiar voice from the Worgen, his comment mainly directed at Grayell. He stepped into the light his armor glistening with an odd crimson hue, as was his hair in some spots.
Grayell looked at her sideways and folded his arms.
Not until I'm working for you miss.
Grayell took a seat beside her though and looked at her directly.
You know, I think if you laughed you might just explode. You have a pretty smile and I mean that with all sincerity. Take it how you like Marg, but you said it yourself, you have to be able to laugh.
Grayell was being quite serious and his energy conveyed as much. It wasn't something Marg had known just yet, but it had the same warmth about him that she felt when fighting off the last of the Garou curse. Those memories would be shadows by now though.
He took his hand and returned the shake. He nodded to the others.
A pleasure, and an honor to meet with you, I hope working together will prove fruitful in success. As for jumping in, there is no such notion, we need all the hands we can muster in my opinion. One may never know what lurks beyond our watchful eyes