[Moran snorts, blows out smoke and doesn’t move. Military through and through- except for that tendency to backtalk. ]
Push me over, then.
Jim steps up to him from behind, leaning towards his ear.
Don’t tempt me.
He smiles, pleasantly, lazily, but there is a razor sharp edge to it.
[Is that supposed to scare him? Oh please. Shows of force are so- pointless. The louder something roars the less likely it is to kill you.]
Tempting is what I do, honey.
Do you really want to make your Jim jealous, darling?
His smile does not change as his left hand slips under Sebastian’s coat, pressing against his hip with what turns out the rather cold blade of a knife, sharp enough to cut away the obstructing shirt and leave a small nick in his skin.
[Sebastian rolls his eyes, yawns. In a second he has both of Jim’s wrists in his grip, tears them away from him without paying attention to the gash the movement opens up in his side from the slip of the knife.]
You must be bored out of your mind.
