“You don’t wanna know.” Or perhaps the other did know what he could see. A finger raising along his lips, Jas never took his glare from ‘Ky’lar’. Though his disposition seemed care-free, there was an underlying tone to it, as if he was capable of doing something despicable.
“…keep your distance, Ky’lar, and keep to yourself as long as you are in Italy.” He knew the threat that came out of his mouth was brazen, yet he meant every syllable of it. Evil forces were taking over his country; eradicating one would be of no heavy conscience to Jas.
“Do I now?” A slight grin pulled at his lips, but it quickly faded. Oh, he had some ideas, but he wasn’t about to share them. Not here and certainly not now. There was no fun in it – not really at least. “All I am is a man – one who just happens to be in the country for a while.” Not long, maybe as short as week, but plans could change.
“At any-rate,” He said, taking a step closer, “You can be rest assured that I don’t plan on getting any closer than I am currently.” For the moment at least. “As for keeping to myself? I can’t really promise that – good try though.”