It's a disappointment, but a common and expected one - Hannibal handles it with a calm nod. One hand and elbow rest on the bartop, the other on his own knee. The one on the bartop inches over so a slender finger can tip the mug just so, and peer inside. He raises his eyebrows a hair. "Your audience seems to believe that hard work has paid off."
Eye contact is, clearly, something Hannibal not only has no problem with, but has a particular fondness for. Each time he directs his focus on Cynric, it's a full and complete thing. He tends to dial back the obvious attention when in polite company, but it's still a stare that occasionally raises the hair on the back of necks - even when the owners of said necks don't consciously sense any threat. In defense of him and this strange environment they're fostering right now, it's at least born of a very simple - but stubbornly strong - want to dissect, not necessarily intimidate.
"I'd say I agree." His smile is genuine, and almost soft, for a bare heartbeat - and then it gathers back up from wherever it came, leaving only a faintly devious curl to lips and glint to eyes. "But I'd hoped for something a little more subtle...regardless of our crowd." He spares a moment of his stare to eye a man nearby, burying a greasy nose in an emptying pilsner.
A trio of copper coins appear from somewhere on his person - perhaps he has pockets in his sleeves - and plink into the mug. "Something stirring. Enough to have that gentleman tip you at least as much as I just did. It's a win for both of us." Cynric, let's see your skill at work alongside its companion skill. Let's see some coercion at play, through wiles or through magic.
It's best to know what skills you're hiring, after all. How else will you pick a suitable job?
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Mhm. Mhm. Je crois ça :|
Date: 2015-01-07 12:27 am (UTC)Eye contact is, clearly, something Hannibal not only has no problem with, but has a particular fondness for. Each time he directs his focus on Cynric, it's a full and complete thing. He tends to dial back the obvious attention when in polite company, but it's still a stare that occasionally raises the hair on the back of necks - even when the owners of said necks don't consciously sense any threat. In defense of him and this strange environment they're fostering right now, it's at least born of a very simple - but stubbornly strong - want to dissect, not necessarily intimidate.
"I'd say I agree." His smile is genuine, and almost soft, for a bare heartbeat - and then it gathers back up from wherever it came, leaving only a faintly devious curl to lips and glint to eyes. "But I'd hoped for something a little more subtle...regardless of our crowd." He spares a moment of his stare to eye a man nearby, burying a greasy nose in an emptying pilsner.
A trio of copper coins appear from somewhere on his person - perhaps he has pockets in his sleeves - and plink into the mug. "Something stirring. Enough to have that gentleman tip you at least as much as I just did. It's a win for both of us." Cynric, let's see your skill at work alongside its companion skill. Let's see some coercion at play, through wiles or through magic.
It's best to know what skills you're hiring, after all. How else will you pick a suitable job?