[ Marazhai hums neutrally, and he flips the blade in his hand idly. He'd been in the process of sharpening it (another habit that tends to keep the rabble well away from his little corner), so it was already in hand. However, despite the odd, alien culture of the Drukhari, Marazhai was actually easier to read than most. Certainly easier than the more stony Yrliet. The sheer fact that his vicious, near-manic edge had cooled meant that Heinrix had found— Not a softer spot, exactly. More a point of consideration.
Heinrix was right, after all. The Rogue Trader was a favorite, but not for any of the reasons that he "liked" the Inquisitor. But as much as he'd like to gloat about convincing the dear Lord Captain to hunt with him, it wasn't something he wanted to push. Yet, at least.
Though, that's probably part of the answer to his question. The thought of that, especially Heinrix's choice of words, makes him laugh sharply as the mirth returns. ]
You don’t know?
[ He practically purrs out the question in return, and after another flip of the blade, he tucks it into the sheath at his side. Though that concession is more because of the very sharp look that their Lord Captain is giving from their throne. Obviously, they’re watching this intently, if only because there’s a very reasonable chance that it’ll turn to violence. ]
And here I thought that Inquisitors were supposed to be intelligent for your kind. [ He clicks his tongue mockingly, but he explains anyways. ] I am useful. Does it need to be anything more than that? You’ve fought my kin. Slaughtered them most deliciously, in fact, but not easily. Having even a single Drukhari on the side of the Rogue Trader is worth the weight of a dozen of your soldiers. To say nothing of a Dracon.
[ It’s a simple answer, and honestly, it’s one he doesn’t actually think Heinrix is stupid enough to miss. If he were, he would have reacted more like the zealous woman. No, he’s sure that Heinrix understands it perfectly well, but still would have preferred to make his blood boil underneath his skin rather than allow him on the ship. It’s easier on that little mind of his that way. ]
Ah, but no, that's not what the Rogue Trader said, is it...?
[ He cants his head with a grin and leans just a little bit closer. It’s an unsettling sort of effect because of the drastic difference in their height and the long proportions of the Eldar. He’s able to truly loom in a way that even the imposing Ulfar can’t. ]
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Heinrix was right, after all. The Rogue Trader was a favorite, but not for any of the reasons that he "liked" the Inquisitor. But as much as he'd like to gloat about convincing the dear Lord Captain to hunt with him, it wasn't something he wanted to push. Yet, at least.
Though, that's probably part of the answer to his question. The thought of that, especially Heinrix's choice of words, makes him laugh sharply as the mirth returns. ]
You don’t know?
[ He practically purrs out the question in return, and after another flip of the blade, he tucks it into the sheath at his side. Though that concession is more because of the very sharp look that their Lord Captain is giving from their throne. Obviously, they’re watching this intently, if only because there’s a very reasonable chance that it’ll turn to violence. ]
And here I thought that Inquisitors were supposed to be intelligent for your kind. [ He clicks his tongue mockingly, but he explains anyways. ] I am useful. Does it need to be anything more than that? You’ve fought my kin. Slaughtered them most deliciously, in fact, but not easily. Having even a single Drukhari on the side of the Rogue Trader is worth the weight of a dozen of your soldiers. To say nothing of a Dracon.
[ It’s a simple answer, and honestly, it’s one he doesn’t actually think Heinrix is stupid enough to miss. If he were, he would have reacted more like the zealous woman. No, he’s sure that Heinrix understands it perfectly well, but still would have preferred to make his blood boil underneath his skin rather than allow him on the ship. It’s easier on that little mind of his that way. ]
Ah, but no, that's not what the Rogue Trader said, is it...?
[ He cants his head with a grin and leans just a little bit closer. It’s an unsettling sort of effect because of the drastic difference in their height and the long proportions of the Eldar. He’s able to truly loom in a way that even the imposing Ulfar can’t. ]
I intrigue her. What, does that bother you?