He eyed the chair she motioned to, taking notice of it long enough to forget the box for now. Indeed, he sat, steepling his fingers in front of him as if he was considering the facts or weighting the options.
"Your heart." He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "A bit too melodramatic for me. But I ask no questions." His gruff voice added. It would have been done without a single afterthought. Who was he to question what the whims of those who hired him were? It mattered very little to him at the end of the day. Except that this wasn't just anyone, now was it?
"I would not know. I know only my target. I don't inquire into the specifics." Lothoro peered out at her inquisitively. "It was one of my more...personal requests. Most of the time they simply want irrevocable proof that the person is dead as a doornail. I'll leave your imagination to discern what that could be....but a heart? Mmmm." He smirked, "that sounds personal.
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Date: 2011-08-18 01:37 am (UTC)"Your heart." He shrugged and rolled his eyes. "A bit too melodramatic for me. But I ask no questions." His gruff voice added. It would have been done without a single afterthought. Who was he to question what the whims of those who hired him were? It mattered very little to him at the end of the day. Except that this wasn't just anyone, now was it?
"I would not know. I know only my target. I don't inquire into the specifics." Lothoro peered out at her inquisitively. "It was one of my more...personal requests. Most of the time they simply want irrevocable proof that the person is dead as a doornail. I'll leave your imagination to discern what that could be....but a heart? Mmmm." He smirked, "that sounds personal.