[u]Wrapping his fingers around the hilt of the dagger, his gloves make a creaking sound as the black leather tightens around the grip. His left hand rests gently upon the handle of a hunter's pistol, the forefinger gently caressing the trigger as he pulls the flintlock mechanism back with his thumb in anticipation of what's to come.[/u] "[i]Then what, may I ask... Is your purpose for being out at this time of night? Please, do tell... I am ever so invested in your explanation.[/i]" [u]The beady eyes seem to glint in the moonlight as if his aggression was growing, the line between man and beast starting to blur.[/u]