Kane Reilly (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} theyloveme) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} st_margarets, |
Kane on the other hand was the very picture of confidence. He was completely at home in his skin, in his personality, in everything that he was and wanted. It was yet another piece of the puzzle of why his powers weren't always necessary. People were attracted to that type of certainty. It was why people who crossed him had trouble getting a rise from their jibes; he was someone who sincerely didn't care about other opinions. He was who he was.
"I can't say that I've done a great deal of reading, but we are at a school. I like mystery novels, generally, but considering how fascinating other races are, I could get interested in reading about them." One never did know when learning would come in handy too, to hold details over someone's head. Knowledge was power, of that he was certain. Secrets were his trade.
"Do let me know if you ever want help with your nightmares. I'm always happy to provide." Kane's offers were good, but he also didn't take rejection personally. Sex was easy to come by. He felt like teasing at the moment and his dark eyes were focused, warm. "If you don't mind me being blunt ...." he started in that drawl of his. His voice softened so the people around them wouldn't listen in. "I can give you pleasure for hours."