[Taking a break from the homework from HELL. I need a reprieve. ;_;]
Kyras paused a little, waiting for Lenrizel to hurry up and catch up to him, and as he turned...he saw that the boy was still in the tavern, speaking to someone within. For a second, a flash of annoyance shot through himâ€"damn, had he been talking to himself the whole time, then? Ugh, he really must be tired, both to not realize the boy was stalling and to have allowed him to walk on his own like thatnever mind that the boy had to follow; he'd forgotten the boy could stall just a little.
And as for the boy stalling and talking when he wasn't supposed to, he'd just add that to his growing list of things to beat out of him. He really didn't mind that at all.
In fact, he might as well start now, seeing as how the boy was going to stall as much as he possibly could all the way to the slaver's.
But then, on that thought, another thought soon entered his mind. A more dangerous thought. What was the boy saying? If he was just pleading for help and sympathy, that was one thing, and after all, the law here was on Kyras' side; no one but bleeding-heart good samaritans that thought the world was nothing but sunshine and dewdrops cared about a slave. However, there were other things the boy could utter that were...not good. Kyras didn't fear the danger that such words could bring to himâ€"after all, his kind were violent and enjoyed a good fight. Rather, it was simply that, at this moment, Kyras simply didn't want to be bothered. He wan't in the mood to deal with complications.
Lip curling to bare his fangs, he rounded around and began to stride over in their direction, just as the boy walked out of the tavern. Kyras had just made a mistake, but he wasn't going to make that mistake again, and he roughly seized the boy's arm with one hand, and cupped his chin firmly in the other, forcing him to look at him. "Do you want to keep your tongue or not?" he hissed quietly. "If the answer is yes, do not talk to another person again without my permission and presence, do you understand me, boy? If not, then open your mouth and we'll settle this little problem right here and now, because if I catch you again, that will be the result andâ€""
It was at that moment that Nahar walked up to them, and Kyras would have ignored her and continued with his verbal, and possibly physical, assault on Lenrizel, except that she spoke up, her voice cutting off the flow of his words. Glancing slowly over at the elvish woman, he offered her his most level stare and slowly released Lenrizel's chin. His other hand didn't release the boy's arm, though, and in fact only tightened on the appendage.
"I am disinclined to accept your offer. You'll just have to find yourself another 'tour guide', I'm afraid. This one is out of commission." He gave the boy's arm a tug to start him again in the direction of the slaver's, and this time, by the feel of his grip, he would not be releasing him.