[this is definitely not the standard fear response. janus stares at the faerie. granted, what with working among criminals, janus has met a lot of weird personalities. ones who had affected indifference when confronted with their imminent demise. others who had shat or cursed or quoted some pretty fucking eloquent shit. this is different.

janus squints. starts to smile despite themself. the fuck is this guy.] This a British thing? [they ask.] Damn, son.

I'm pretty sure you aren't giving yourself enough credit. Giovanni hates you people, but you have to be special to get his attention. He bought me a lot of benzos to play with. [janus starts to stand. pull some gloves out of their pocket, their fabric black and shiny.]