Re: Carnivale
The man in the mask tilted his head to the side at her words, the expression on his face unreadable due to the hard, cold porcelain. But it worked as something curious with the language of his body. "I came here, so I must need to be here for a reason," he responded, flat and plain in his language. "I didn't see a sign, after all, that I was not allowed."
He shifted in his crouch, fingers diving into the pocket of his trousers, a crumpled bill pulled out and offered, damp with humidity and the heat of his pockets. "Should I pay you? Would that satisfy you somehow?"
The hand on the cat, he was not expecting that reaction to the fur. He responded appropriately though, with a hiss and a curl of his fingers as he withdrew. The muscles in his arm, they cramped, a dull ache that didn't seem to want to ease even after he kneaded his arm with his other hand. "Part of what act?" he asked after a moment, the ache still lingering though he did not complain. "Are you putting on some sort of show with a dead animal? Is that the sort of person you are?"