( it could be the sort of thing one brings up in casual conversation; sylus would answer. he's not really shy talking about things like this. it's just boxing, after all. he's had many years to hone the craft and he's proud of himself, prouder still that he has the control to not fully harm someone if he doesn't intend to.
but, anyway.
there's almost a permanent smirk tugging at the corner of one side of his mouth as he watches her. he tips his head in silent thanks at his impressiveness, and the air about him seems to speak simply that he knows. it isn't arrogant, just knowledge. at the mention of his wounds, he, too, lets his gaze fall to inspect his hands. they're still there, sluggishly disappearing and he knows if he took the bracelet off he'd have no issues and they'd disappear easily.
however... )
It's nothing serious.
( his words are drawled, almost uncaring. yet, he still sits there, one hand spread on the table. his eyes upturn to her, amused. )
But, who am I to turn down my "benefactor's" request?
( afer all, it's been quite some time since he's had anyone tend wounds. )
no subject
but, anyway.
there's almost a permanent smirk tugging at the corner of one side of his mouth as he watches her. he tips his head in silent thanks at his impressiveness, and the air about him seems to speak simply that he knows. it isn't arrogant, just knowledge. at the mention of his wounds, he, too, lets his gaze fall to inspect his hands. they're still there, sluggishly disappearing and he knows if he took the bracelet off he'd have no issues and they'd disappear easily.
however... )
It's nothing serious.
( his words are drawled, almost uncaring. yet, he still sits there, one hand spread on the table. his eyes upturn to her, amused. )
But, who am I to turn down my "benefactor's" request?
( afer all, it's been quite some time since he's had anyone tend wounds. )