Always him? Not at all. Alfeoux is not prejudiced, at least not in that sense — no, he hates everybody quite equally. He smiles like a wolf scenting blood, taking a single step forward; an arcanist's tome is held, mercifully closed, in his hand.
"Kind-hearted?" he laughs. "Oh, no. No — if you'd a mind about you at all, Felih Tia, you would know that I am not kind-hearted. Not in the least. But then I suppose you would not remember..."
Felih eyes the tome curiously, before he tilts his head. He meets far too many people in his life, fleeting, folk coming in and out of his life too erratically and unpredictably for him to remember every face, every voice.
Still, he raises a brow, looking up at the Elezen with intrigue, still cradling the sleepy cub. His own tome rests at his hip, though he doesn't need to use it half the time, these days.
"Well, it seems you know my name, 'tis only fair you grant me yours," he chirps, tail slowly swaying low over the ground, cautious, wary. Not a kind-hearted man, he says? It will put Felih on guard, especially since it seems this man may have something against him already...
"I have told you before," the man replies coldly, ice in his voice and in his gaze, "but I will tell you again. My name, Warrior of Light, is Alfeoux Blackwater. You would do well to remember it next we meet."
Alfeoux makes eye contact with the squirming tiger cub in Felih's arms. Evidently, he is content to let the matter go at this; sneering, he turns away, holding up one hand in careless farewell. "If ever you allow your mewling kitten to approach me again, I will have it roasted upon a spit and fed to a pirate's hounds."
Felih narrows his eyes at him. Unfortunately for Alfeoux, Felih isn't really the type to let something lie, and he stubbornly trots alongside to follow after, huffing at him.
"Even dare attempt it and you will be in for a fight. But that aside- good gods, what is your problem? If I have done something to offend- then let me make amends. Clearly I have caused you some manner of great upset, and I doubt it was merely from forgetting your name."
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"Kind-hearted?" he laughs. "Oh, no. No — if you'd a mind about you at all, Felih Tia, you would know that I am not kind-hearted. Not in the least. But then I suppose you would not remember..."
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Still, he raises a brow, looking up at the Elezen with intrigue, still cradling the sleepy cub. His own tome rests at his hip, though he doesn't need to use it half the time, these days.
"Well, it seems you know my name, 'tis only fair you grant me yours," he chirps, tail slowly swaying low over the ground, cautious, wary. Not a kind-hearted man, he says? It will put Felih on guard, especially since it seems this man may have something against him already...
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Alfeoux makes eye contact with the squirming tiger cub in Felih's arms. Evidently, he is content to let the matter go at this; sneering, he turns away, holding up one hand in careless farewell. "If ever you allow your mewling kitten to approach me again, I will have it roasted upon a spit and fed to a pirate's hounds."
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"Even dare attempt it and you will be in for a fight. But that aside- good gods, what is your problem? If I have done something to offend- then let me make amends. Clearly I have caused you some manner of great upset, and I doubt it was merely from forgetting your name."