Neverwinter Forest a soul denied

Sinaaq did not like cravings for company, though, gratefully for the most part Quicksilver filled that subconscious need without being intrusive about it. In many ways the two of them could easily be considered strangers, for Sinaaq did not divulge in anything personal about himself and what Quicksilver knew he had likely gathered from observing the darkling, Sinaaq assumed, since he did not speak of himself. In the same vein, Sinaaq was not a prying creature. In truth, he cared little for getting to know others lest it played in his mind like the haunting lullaby of an obsession to know even the littlest of things but that happened rarely. The male cloaked in various shades of gold returned Sinaaq's stare, the darkling let out a soft, inaudible snort through his flared, leathery black nostrils.

Sinaaq's pupils narrowed in their pools of fierce liquid gold when the other male broke the silence, responding to Sinaaq's question that he wanted nothing unless Sinaaq did have something to offer him. The careless roll of the other male's shoulder did not go unnoticed by the darkling, though neither did the fact that he felt the other male's gaze upon him, taking in first his face and then his body. "I have nothing to offer you," Sinaaq broke the silence and then added with a malicious twitch of his lips into a cruel smirk. "Not that I would offer it to you if I did." The darkling sniffed, persnickety as he was. Quicksilver was as much as Sinaaq could tolerate even on the good days and he had no interest in making their duo a trio; and even so he wasn't about to actually help another loner, not unless he was clearly and fairly getting something out of the deal. After all, Sinaaq didn't do things out of the goodness of heart, neither did he do them for free.