[This one is dangerous. John knows. He can tell. The easy balance of Rafaello's shoulders, his feet leaving near no marks on the ground. Thunderbird is a tracker, not only thanks to his powers but by trade, and he can tell a lot from what people leave behind— and even more by what they don't. Some creatures pass through the world like ghosts, and those, he knows, tend to leave behind ghosts aplenty when they are done.
He can't take his attention off the vampire. But he does shift his eyes slightly, pretending to take an interest in movement further beyond in the green. He understands what Rafa is saying. He can guess as to why. He can't know for certain that he isn't lying to get a knife between his ribs. So he'll keep up the ruse, for now.]
Put it down or walk away, [he says.] I'll give you one but not both.
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He can't take his attention off the vampire. But he does shift his eyes slightly, pretending to take an interest in movement further beyond in the green. He understands what Rafa is saying. He can guess as to why. He can't know for certain that he isn't lying to get a knife between his ribs. So he'll keep up the ruse, for now.]
Put it down or walk away, [he says.] I'll give you one but not both.