Re: Libby and Savage
Like the woman before her, he was sizing her up the same way. Doing all of the above that his Uncle had taught him. Looking for all the signs, and tells about this woman. Where she was attempting to make her decision of him, based what she knew, he was attempting to decide how he was going to go about this woman, based on who he was.
The instincts were almost right on. The man was very dangerous, but she really didn't have much to fear of him. Women were not exactly the spot on type for the outlet to his violence. There was nothing but a charming smile, and a sturdy yet strong stance. Savage could be a very imposing person, but he was trying his damnedest to keep himself from seeming overly threatening.
"Of course I am." Savage responded, with a sly smile. One hand in his pants pocket, the other holding his drink, Savage stood with a straight back and almost perfect posture. Wearing dress slacks, and a un-tuck button up, it would seem he should of been wearing more for the weather. His blue eyes danced with hers, as if he was hiding nothing, though not telling anything to help her case. With the statement of who he was with, Savage couldn't help the laugh that came out. "Yes, Libby you are correct. I am with them, and no Libby... we have not met. I believe you would remember me if we had crossed paths in the past." Taking a drink of the home brew bathtub liquor, he smiled some. The smile was sly and devilish, and radiated dangerous. The name matched such.
"I'm Savage." Who knew how far his name actually went out there. He didn't necessarily keep up with his reputation as Saga's pitbull per-say.