Lion Head Mesa (ap) Snapped fingers break hypnosis

All Reyes knew of Greeks, he had learned from the pirates of Tortuga. Hearing the man speak openly of the sirens and to label him as such addled Reyes somewhat, but nothing sent him spiraling as when Ramesses decided he was done with it all. As the golden man moved to look down upon him and then to step towards him, as if to go around.

Except he didn't. The golden man brushed alongside Reyes as if to walk through him. The electric feeling of the man solidly connecting with Reyes' shoulder and then side, dulled somewhat by drink, had a sudden negative effect. Reyes bristled and moved sharply after Ramesses; he aimed poorly due to his state of mind, and nearly caught Jawahir by the hip.

The snap of his teeth was nothing compared to the din of conversation from every direction. Jawahir was unscathed, but moved snake-like around him to follow after Ramesses, scuttling, wild-eyed.

Hey naw! What sorta answer be that? I ought to toast the groom at least once, aye! You think you're better'n me, with yer wenches and your wench-wife?!

He could play that game too! Hell, Reyes practically had two wives to begin with! What did this guy have --? (So much more than you, fool.)