Rathien turned, and smirked. The two men stood at almost the same height, both of them tall, slender, and beautiful. And, Rathien was certainly highly self-assured, for it became clear to Van that both men were used to, and fond of, the dominant role.
The Hunter drew his knife, yet, Van hardly reacted. His adrenaline smoothed any semblance of fear into an odd complacency, as if not moving would remove the threat. The knife was clearly dangerous, just a bit larger than Ewa's weapons, and it was terribly apparent that it was made for killing. Yet, that fact hardly bothered the Pirate. Both men were in an odd stalemate, perhaps, and the thought of killing one another now was likely far from ideal.
The elfish Hunter supported Van's guess, and stated that more would have to be done to make him submit. Van made a small, sly smile, for had he been in Rathien's position, he easily would have said the same thing. The Hunter still held his knife, and then gracefully moved the weapon closer, though Van still felt strangely unafraid.
The Hunter gently caressed Van's cheek with the flat of his blade, and the Pirate briefly closed his eyes as the cold metal gracefully traced the angles of his face. It was an odd, sensual, dangerous feeling, and Van licked his lips in anticipation, as the weapon found its way downward. It wound along his neck, to the collar of his shirt, then finally, it rested at his chest, just a few inches above Van's heart.
Though Rathien admired his clothing, it was clear what his intent was. The Hunter lightly hooked the weapon into Van's shirt, and the shock of cold metal radiated against his undershirt. Van reflexively reached out, and gently grasped Rathien's wrist.
He glanced up again into Rathien's eyes, and said playfully, "The fine clothes, yes, chaasi. Yet these are the rather-old, Wolf."
Van grinned, and affirmed, "Do you not know? No wolf would think twice about the clothes of prey. Shred them, if you must! In turn, I shall proceed in..."
The Pirate grasped Rathien's wrist with both hands, and pressed his fingers under the Hunter's vambrace, "...Perhaps skinning the Wolf, in response. I am no small prize, either."
