Phoenix8008
First Post
Lex laughs at first, chuckling to himself as Perdue continues. By the end of it, he's not laughing anymore and looks deadly serious. "Life is full of good and bad decisions. What's important is learning from them. Timidness could be mistaken for caution, and one person's caution is anothers paranoia. So me not drinking this beer and eating with you can be timid, or cautious, or stupidly paranoid. Take your pick of definitions, but I'm not a coward. Only a real coward reacts by doing the opposite thing just because he's accused of being afraid. So I'll continue to not drink this beer or eat with you today. Not because of fear or because you may have poisoned it, but because I don't trust you yet. Which isn't the same as distrust, just an absence of it. And I don't much care if I'm what anybody expects." Lex snarls in defiance.
"As for my...treasure. My talent? I know what it is I've got, yes indeed. And the ONLY time that I used it without tact was after it first appeared when I was already in jail. Since then I've been practicing where noone else can see and I've got it pretty well under wraps unless I need it." Lex says while reaching out for the salt shaker from the middle of the table. His hand nearly getting to it before the shaker jumps ever so slightly into his fingers. (One free use of Far Hand)
"And the worst of all is the threats. Bad enough that you can't just come out and say what you want, or offer me some job, or whatever. But you gotta threaten me?!" Lex says with quiet anger. "Ain't nobody gonna determine my 'ultimate disposition' but me. And before you go threatening with the whole 'We got you out of prison and we can put you back there' spiel, why don't you just save it. Cut to the chase and spill the deal 'cause I ain't too squeamish to hear it. What you want, what I get, and where we go from here. If you can't handle that, then I'm walking outta here Mr. Perdue and if ya wanna stop me at that point, you'll have to use a lot less tact than you want...and so will I."
"As for my...treasure. My talent? I know what it is I've got, yes indeed. And the ONLY time that I used it without tact was after it first appeared when I was already in jail. Since then I've been practicing where noone else can see and I've got it pretty well under wraps unless I need it." Lex says while reaching out for the salt shaker from the middle of the table. His hand nearly getting to it before the shaker jumps ever so slightly into his fingers. (One free use of Far Hand)
"And the worst of all is the threats. Bad enough that you can't just come out and say what you want, or offer me some job, or whatever. But you gotta threaten me?!" Lex says with quiet anger. "Ain't nobody gonna determine my 'ultimate disposition' but me. And before you go threatening with the whole 'We got you out of prison and we can put you back there' spiel, why don't you just save it. Cut to the chase and spill the deal 'cause I ain't too squeamish to hear it. What you want, what I get, and where we go from here. If you can't handle that, then I'm walking outta here Mr. Perdue and if ya wanna stop me at that point, you'll have to use a lot less tact than you want...and so will I."