[The Master watched Will carefully, taking note of the way he swallowed, the tenseness and general unease but overall, his body language was amazingly well schooled. If he wasn't such a harsh critic, he might of been impressed but he struggled to see through his blind biased that these shaved apes were actually capable of any level of cunning.
Despite how often they out did him.
He waits, patiently, for Will to process everything. He seems to of realised his own tactical error and fair play to that, not many men could do that. The Master was a surprisingly patient man. After all, here he was, stalling for time. That was all he really seemed to do in Asgard. He was waiting for a better tactical advantage.]
She isn't? Oh but she seems so perfect for me, so caring. [He smirks playfully and leans forward, quirking an eyebrow up in curiosity.] Unless, of course, you can name a doctor here at Asgard that specialises in the mind and is capable of being as wise and kind as she is?
[He's not that invested in Alana, he finds her an amusement at best. But championing her in this particular conversation was becoming rather fun. He was personally interested what Will intended to do to distract him from her.
After all, he could always do more. And he could always do so much worse.]
I always try my best to avoid slipping. If it should happen, it should happen. But I never purposefully move to slip. Do you, Will? [He pauses, eyes still locked onto him.] Do you have any reason to slip? A man like you, friends like yours... I can't think why you'd ever slip.
[It's ... It's hard to say that with a straight face. He deservers a medal.]
Sorry for the delay >>;;
Despite how often they out did him.
He waits, patiently, for Will to process everything. He seems to of realised his own tactical error and fair play to that, not many men could do that. The Master was a surprisingly patient man. After all, here he was, stalling for time. That was all he really seemed to do in Asgard. He was waiting for a better tactical advantage.]
She isn't? Oh but she seems so perfect for me, so caring. [He smirks playfully and leans forward, quirking an eyebrow up in curiosity.] Unless, of course, you can name a doctor here at Asgard that specialises in the mind and is capable of being as wise and kind as she is?
[He's not that invested in Alana, he finds her an amusement at best. But championing her in this particular conversation was becoming rather fun. He was personally interested what Will intended to do to distract him from her.
After all, he could always do more. And he could always do so much worse.]
I always try my best to avoid slipping. If it should happen, it should happen. But I never purposefully move to slip. Do you, Will? [He pauses, eyes still locked onto him.] Do you have any reason to slip? A man like you, friends like yours... I can't think why you'd ever slip.
[It's ... It's hard to say that with a straight face. He deservers a medal.]