[Past] Accident, Murder, or Murdurr?

Of course she’d catch his attention, not that he let it outwardly show while on the hunt. He was focused. Too focused on his work, those few in his inner circle would often comment, yet it was how the bastard Valentius had risen. His gaze passed through her gesture to the man behind, the jerk of his head a clear indication that Giles should follow. He’d deal with Novella later.

His reappearance was as casual as the sun rising, he towered over, brows raised in perfectly feigned innocence before adopting - only rightly - command of the situation. Guiding the sheep back inside through the doors, Mal’s gaze lingered on their backs before he addressed his progeny. Facing ahead the man took a deep inhale, holding it a second before expelling it evenly, Then he looked down at a boot, examining a slight wrinkle.

Frowning, he’d remark while reaching for the offered glass. [color=#e86e04]“A bastard owes me a new pair of boots. These were a gift”[/color] Was he bothered? Not particularly, but terrified people spent a lot of time staring at his shoes or boots, Mal had to set standards. Under the mask he suddenly smiled, finally setting his meticulous gaze on her, teasing her with, [color=#e86e04]“Oh? Are we repeating the time we tango’d in Seheron? I remember that day was very costly for the Qunari.”[/color]