[The corner of his mouth tugs up slightly as the poor man coughs and chokes out more than a few words around a mouthful of blood. Not quite a smile at the display of suffering, but at the attitude. The bravado that precedes death.
But there’s none of the bite that Oswald that has come to expect from those he corners. No fury or defiance, no jagged, ugly words spat his way, meant to draw blood. To this man, it seems he could be anyone. Just another opportunist, human or otherwise, drawn to the scent of weakness and the hint of a reward. It shouldn’t sting as much as it does.
Oswald raises a hand and gives a stiff-lipped shake of his head, urging Jesse to stop talking. He has no good reason to stay and chat; this isn’t personal, and lingering puts him at risk of an interruption. God knows a cop cruiser is never more than a few blocks away whenever it's least convenient. But between Jesse’s ignorance and a niggling itch at the back of his mind - the remnants of a personal code he still clings to - he finds himself compelled to ask:]
s'all good in my book!
But there’s none of the bite that Oswald that has come to expect from those he corners. No fury or defiance, no jagged, ugly words spat his way, meant to draw blood. To this man, it seems he could be anyone. Just another opportunist, human or otherwise, drawn to the scent of weakness and the hint of a reward. It shouldn’t sting as much as it does.
Oswald raises a hand and gives a stiff-lipped shake of his head, urging Jesse to stop talking. He has no good reason to stay and chat; this isn’t personal, and lingering puts him at risk of an interruption. God knows a cop cruiser is never more than a few blocks away whenever it's least convenient. But between Jesse’s ignorance and a niggling itch at the back of his mind - the remnants of a personal code he still clings to - he finds himself compelled to ask:]
How old are you...?