[ Someone likes to go off on a tangent, and for some reason, he's briefly reminded of James (stupid useless fuck, just disappearing all of a sudden). Adam wants to respond to all of this with his usual deadpan sarcasm (wow that's a nice little trick, doesn't Vegas want you back?), or maybe just remark that he would prefer to be called Jensen, but he wants more information and acting flippant now could be counterproductive when it comes to that.
His own eyes narrow behind his lenses, unseen, and so they do not betray the rest of his expression -- or his tone. Given his background, he's very skilled at keeping a cool head even in potentially precarious and stressful situations. He swirls the wine in his glass as he listens, oh so intrigued by what this man has to say and his magic.
All he gets from this is the implication that he might not be human, which doesn't surprise Adam--there are a bunch of non-humans around here, but the difference is that none of them take on the appearance of a human because there is simply no need--unless it's for practical purposes, of course. Even Adam, with his strange mechanical and very visible appendages, doesn't usually get more than a look and maybe some curious questions, and none of them condescending in nature (clearly an improvement). ]
So you aren't human, is what you're saying?
[ He doesn't sound shocked. Not even wary. Slightly... reserved, maybe. ] What are you, then, [ he leans forward, the glass now in his lap, as if beckoned closer by that hand that's being extended to him. Of course, it's all show. ] A god?
[ Bait, right there. And with an ego like that-- ]
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[ Someone likes to go off on a tangent, and for some reason, he's briefly reminded of James (stupid useless fuck, just disappearing all of a sudden). Adam wants to respond to all of this with his usual deadpan sarcasm (wow that's a nice little trick, doesn't Vegas want you back?), or maybe just remark that he would prefer to be called Jensen, but he wants more information and acting flippant now could be counterproductive when it comes to that.
His own eyes narrow behind his lenses, unseen, and so they do not betray the rest of his expression -- or his tone. Given his background, he's very skilled at keeping a cool head even in potentially precarious and stressful situations. He swirls the wine in his glass as he listens, oh so intrigued by what this man has to say and his magic.
All he gets from this is the implication that he might not be human, which doesn't surprise Adam--there are a bunch of non-humans around here, but the difference is that none of them take on the appearance of a human because there is simply no need--unless it's for practical purposes, of course. Even Adam, with his strange mechanical and very visible appendages, doesn't usually get more than a look and maybe some curious questions, and none of them condescending in nature (clearly an improvement). ]
So you aren't human, is what you're saying?
[ He doesn't sound shocked. Not even wary. Slightly... reserved, maybe. ] What are you, then, [ he leans forward, the glass now in his lap, as if beckoned closer by that hand that's being extended to him. Of course, it's all show. ] A god?
[ Bait, right there. And with an ego like that-- ]