#talon unknowingly making a 🥺 face when rell doesn't like their idea.....

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the powder witch exclaims: ' ... a blade ? for the love of ... hell , might as well just go and threaten her with it then at that point . ' fingers attempt to smooth the crinkle in her brow as she shakes her head . ' nothin' wrong with a — ' her head jerks towards him , and though talon cannot see it from their angle , whatever look she gives the hunter has him retract his voice at once , hands up in front of him before he folds his arms over his chest . from where he sits , casted off to the side of the conversation , he restlessly starts to bounce his leg . she turns back to talon , regarding them for a few heavy seconds , as if she's a gambler deciding what to do with a losing hand , before she deflates with a sigh . ' thought you , of all folks , would have some decent advice on winnin' someone over . ' after saying this , she whips to look back at yone , who knows well enough to behave but is almost waiting for her with a smile , disingenuous smile . @windchaser

A rare look of hurt pulls at the demon's features at the cruel dismissal of their idea. Lips pursing together and brows casting a forlorn light across their sullen features. Personally, they thought a well sharpened, balanced blade made for a fine personal gift. One they would have been perfectly content in recieving. And it had taken a lot of thought, paired with plenty of hemming and humming, and a lowering of their boundaries to even offer such an idea. It meant you cared for someone's wellbeing, and that you trusted them not to use it on you when your back was turned. At least, that's what Talon would have it mean, if they were ever give someone a present of worth. Admittedly, it would also be a first.

As eyes flicker over to the gunslinger's muttering, surprised yet appeased that there was some agreement between them, rare as a blue moon as it was. At the very least, it soothes the pain from where their heart had been hit with Rell's decline of their thoughtful idea. The other two's theatrics almost brought a smile back to their downturned lips with how endearing it all was. Wordlessly they meet the young witch's scrutiny as her focus returns. Eyes filled with bewilderment and a raised brow wait for her next move. In truth, they still didn't know what she was expecting out of a demon, beyond that initial anger at their mere existence; whether a guide, a friend, or some poor creature to drag along for amusement, to ask any unusual question or teasing remark from her imagination. Perhaps this was Talon's own doing since they hadn't made it clear that creating close relations wasn't really a tool in their arsenal of collected knowledge. But to say aloud that these two held the titles of 'the mortal creatures the demon had spent longest, consistent time around' sounded like an admittance they weren't ready to make.

"Don't think you're wanting the specifics on my techniques for that kind of ploy." Talon finally speaks again, grumbling cautiously. "Not exactly involving the path taken to long-lasting relations." Their glower is directed past Rell, toward that wicked smile, mighty despite not being the one asked for advice. But there was no reason for that pointed remark. Crunching beneath the touch, sun-bleached strands are moved to the side as a grimace cracks across their face. It doesn't hold for long, the disingenuous feeling leaving a sour taste on their tongue. "I think you'll be better off lookin' for a source of experience with a little more humanity," Head hung in defeat, their hat's cant gives away the demon's attention turning instead to the middle horizon, "Instead of us lonesome souls."