Re: Capital: Sasha/Faol
Seeing the size of such a list would have made him agree before he got to line two. Faol wasn't into stepping into an emotional minefield, as much as he was one, and as much as he tended to befriend those that also had a list of issues in their personal library to rival those of the National Geographic archives.
But he did watch, one eyebrow perked and the corner of his mouth uplifted at the chanting, the bets, and finally the show of reflexes from her. Did it surprise him? No. He'd seen it before, that urge to prove oneself through acts of stupidity when they went wrong, and impressively irresponsible if they went right. It went right, she came out unscathed, neither nail nor skin broken, and that smile widened up a bit to include both corners, but not enough to show off a sharks row of teeth.
She looked good. Sparkly. It didn't surprise him that she'd had the attention of the crowd and just as easily cast it off, like a jacket she was tired of wearing.
"Yep." And then, yep, there were the teeth, "You sure you don't want to help that guy into an ambulance?" He asked with a tilt of his head toward the guy she'd ordered to zip it. "I can wait if you do." Seeing her in a different type of action? Yeah, Faol would lean back and wait for that. Some guys liked damsels; he liked them able to kick any ass, including his own. Point two of why he avoided those pesky minefields: he wanted to keep his ass intact.