[Ziva's ears quivered just so, following the rise and fall of his tone, particularly when he put his specific brand of emphasis on certain ones. "Theatrical" was a good way to describe the man in general, ever dramatic in all manner of presentation, from fashion to body language to dialogue.]
How noble you make it sound.
[Green eyes watched his approach, catlike in their intensity and attention, if not in shape. She was just as unperturbed as any of the wild hunters to be found prowling untamed lands, but it was a deceptive ease, as it had been for years. Her easy nature belied the very same ferocity that in part kept current company's attention. That she wasn't glaring him down at that very moment was simply proof that- while she might not trust the Ascian wholly, she did trust that he wouldn't go back on his word.
No, she suspected that as stated, he was plotting and scheming at every waking moment, but his was the sort of long game she herself could never perfect. Whatever he was planning, they wouldn't suss out his motives until he was ready. Of that Ziva was sure.
As those words left her mouth she plucked another splinter free and absently flicked it off to the side. The encounter was shaping up to be less of a stroll and more of a stationary exchange, but she doubted the others expected her back promptly, she didn't feel she needed protecting, and Emet-Selch's presence was more likely to soil the good mood of the others than help it (especially Thancred and Y'shtola).]
And what is it that you do, exactly, when you aren't with us?
I don't mind waiting at all. I'll backtag for *ages* when my partners will!
How noble you make it sound.
[Green eyes watched his approach, catlike in their intensity and attention, if not in shape. She was just as unperturbed as any of the wild hunters to be found prowling untamed lands, but it was a deceptive ease, as it had been for years. Her easy nature belied the very same ferocity that in part kept current company's attention. That she wasn't glaring him down at that very moment was simply proof that- while she might not trust the Ascian wholly, she did trust that he wouldn't go back on his word.
No, she suspected that as stated, he was plotting and scheming at every waking moment, but his was the sort of long game she herself could never perfect. Whatever he was planning, they wouldn't suss out his motives until he was ready. Of that Ziva was sure.
As those words left her mouth she plucked another splinter free and absently flicked it off to the side. The encounter was shaping up to be less of a stroll and more of a stationary exchange, but she doubted the others expected her back promptly, she didn't feel she needed protecting, and Emet-Selch's presence was more likely to soil the good mood of the others than help it (especially Thancred and Y'shtola).]
And what is it that you do, exactly, when you aren't with us?