[ There is a tightening around one of his eyes, the left one, and Heinrix's lips seem to somehow thin even further. Like the presence of Marazhai alone was bad enough, but his goading certainly seems to motivate Heinrix to even further levels of disdain. Because of course it does. Outwardly, the Inquisitor stands tall, and looks up at Marazhai's looming form like he's merely a puffed up creature, trying to loom in on him, but Heinrix doesn't budge.
The signs are there though, the Dracon is adept enough to notice. The slight tightening of a fist, the slightest of strain around his eyes and nose. The air between them is chill, like a ruffling of a cool northern breeze. Heinrix is good at hiding it, but he is still a human fighting through multiple layers of self-control at every given moment, some things have to give. ]
If it were merely intrigue, I would think the mystery we have on our hands would more than suffice.
[ It is stiff, and slightly defensive. It does bother him, of course. Why wouldn't it? To give up a portion of ones ship for the Emperor would be expected — he would expect the Rogue Trader to willingly sacrifice any Psykers aboard to the Black Ships were they to come calling. To even sacrifice the Voidborn to their mission is acceptable.
To a Xenos' bloodlust, however, is far different. It bothers him. Yrliet does not ask such sacrifices, and while he does not condone her presence, her value is a much neater set of marks on the ledger.
Marazhai's is a far more complicated calculation. ]
If it were me? [ He said, the air turning even cooler. ] I would have you on a much tighter leash. [ A slight lift of his lips. ] The only way to keep a Xenos in check, in my opinion, is to properly control them.
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The signs are there though, the Dracon is adept enough to notice. The slight tightening of a fist, the slightest of strain around his eyes and nose. The air between them is chill, like a ruffling of a cool northern breeze. Heinrix is good at hiding it, but he is still a human fighting through multiple layers of self-control at every given moment, some things have to give. ]
If it were merely intrigue, I would think the mystery we have on our hands would more than suffice.
[ It is stiff, and slightly defensive. It does bother him, of course. Why wouldn't it? To give up a portion of ones ship for the Emperor would be expected — he would expect the Rogue Trader to willingly sacrifice any Psykers aboard to the Black Ships were they to come calling. To even sacrifice the Voidborn to their mission is acceptable.
To a Xenos' bloodlust, however, is far different. It bothers him. Yrliet does not ask such sacrifices, and while he does not condone her presence, her value is a much neater set of marks on the ledger.
Marazhai's is a far more complicated calculation. ]
If it were me? [ He said, the air turning even cooler. ] I would have you on a much tighter leash. [ A slight lift of his lips. ] The only way to keep a Xenos in check, in my opinion, is to properly control them.