For a moment, Kevin doesn't seem to react. He certainly doesn't back down, standing still and strong as she prods his chest (which is firmer than perhaps expected); that fixed grin dials down by a degree, the voids where his eyes should be widen.
"I hate to break it to you," he begins, voice a cold hiss that sits at odds with his grin and demeanor, "But when you put a bunch of people in a cage together, they're all going to be animals one way or the other. I don't deny that I am one. You are one, too. Not admitting that you're an animal when your chosen profession is killing people for rewards is - oh! Well, now, there's something I could use."
He jots something down, under Molotov's name. 'Hypocritical.'
"The arena that I won in went the way it did, and I don't regret that. I don't remember very much of it, to be honest with you - but the fact remains that I won. I won, and now I am your management. Like it or not, Molotov, I am management to you. You can let me work for you, or you can keep calling me names."
Kevin broadens his grin, and it looks like it may split his head in two.
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"I hate to break it to you," he begins, voice a cold hiss that sits at odds with his grin and demeanor, "But when you put a bunch of people in a cage together, they're all going to be animals one way or the other. I don't deny that I am one. You are one, too. Not admitting that you're an animal when your chosen profession is killing people for rewards is - oh! Well, now, there's something I could use."
He jots something down, under Molotov's name. 'Hypocritical.'
"The arena that I won in went the way it did, and I don't regret that. I don't remember very much of it, to be honest with you - but the fact remains that I won. I won, and now I am your management. Like it or not, Molotov, I am management to you. You can let me work for you, or you can keep calling me names."
Kevin broadens his grin, and it looks like it may split his head in two.
"So. How do you take your coffee?"