08-28-2013, 08:01 PM
The information isn't so much absorbed as it is stowed. Gray makes no obvious plays at guile or fallacy about his newness and does not seem intent in dissuading Rasmussen of any of his explanation. There seems only two points where his interest perks: mention of the laws and mention of the scourge. Both elements sit on his features for a brief moment before consumption and the remainder of the conversation bleed them out of his face.
There is a grimness that arrives when Rasmussen mentions the possibility of a Scourge finding him. Of the red under his nails and that word again: Vampire. Disquiet. Unsettled.
He says her name again and Gray seems to shrink into his collar. The brim of his hat dips slightly. He thinks-
"She ain't coming back. That's a shame." More in that sentence than it's casual quality suggests. "What she said was simple though. Keep the Corner clean. That's what I do. S'what I'm gonna do by her." He nods and his jaws open, chew the air in a vague yawning motion. Stretching out the last of the tension before meeting Rasmussen's eyes. His answer is plain before he even says the words.
"People been throwing bullets through my windows all these years. Ain't none of 'em still walking I don't want walking. You offering a chance to be one of these suits at the door, nah. Not that. You tell me I get a crack at these monkeys and do right by Her?" He huffs. A laugh. "That's my kind of throne. Gimme the fight."
There is a grimness that arrives when Rasmussen mentions the possibility of a Scourge finding him. Of the red under his nails and that word again: Vampire. Disquiet. Unsettled.
He says her name again and Gray seems to shrink into his collar. The brim of his hat dips slightly. He thinks-
"She ain't coming back. That's a shame." More in that sentence than it's casual quality suggests. "What she said was simple though. Keep the Corner clean. That's what I do. S'what I'm gonna do by her." He nods and his jaws open, chew the air in a vague yawning motion. Stretching out the last of the tension before meeting Rasmussen's eyes. His answer is plain before he even says the words.
"People been throwing bullets through my windows all these years. Ain't none of 'em still walking I don't want walking. You offering a chance to be one of these suits at the door, nah. Not that. You tell me I get a crack at these monkeys and do right by Her?" He huffs. A laugh. "That's my kind of throne. Gimme the fight."