Azseth
Born To Kill.
As the two locked gazes, Dolos never quit smirking. His eyes however, gave away a slight look of respect to the man who not only held his gaze, but held his calm when most people would be visibly agitated at his casual, almost disrespectful demeanor. To anyone trained or with an extensive history of dealing with people, this look may be obvious but to others, it would seem like Dolos was doing little more than, well, being himself.
He pounded his hand on the back of the chair, but his facial expression and the tone in his voice gave clue to the fact that he'd known the answer before even asking the question. "Bah. The fates have cursed my yet again. And please, Sergeant, feel free to call me Dolos. Mr Thomnas sounds so...formal."
He then looked over at Cedric, whom to which he'd not yet been introduced and casually said in a mockingly loud whisper. "You know they really enjoy you on a personal level when they don't let you leave" which was followed by a wink.
He pounded his hand on the back of the chair, but his facial expression and the tone in his voice gave clue to the fact that he'd known the answer before even asking the question. "Bah. The fates have cursed my yet again. And please, Sergeant, feel free to call me Dolos. Mr Thomnas sounds so...formal."
He then looked over at Cedric, whom to which he'd not yet been introduced and casually said in a mockingly loud whisper. "You know they really enjoy you on a personal level when they don't let you leave" which was followed by a wink.