Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
It was a good day if Kratos even noticed there were rules he was breaking. Most the time he did not, it was all chance. Like noticing cracks in the pavement as you strode past.
Kratos knew very well what that feline smile meant. Women had not changed in years and worlds, not so much. The calculation in it amused him but he didn't respect or fear it. There was a sort of directness about it he could appreciate, however. His glass was empty, and he straightened again to pour from the bottle near at hand. The water came after, easing from ruby into heady carmine color. He topped off her glass at the same time, though she did not ask for it.
The Norse made his eyes turn again. His mouth thinned a moment. "My last wife's tongue," he said, in his own.