Not the sporting type, are we?

[ It may sound like a taunt, but there's a hard edge to these words. ]

[There is likewise the same sort of warning tone in Jareth's voice. CLEARLY THEY ARE MEANT FOR EACH OTHER.]

Do you really wish to try my patience?


[ooc: orz sorry so late; work has been hell lately]

[ IT'S DESTINY. Just what Erik always wanted. Jareth's tone rather amuses the Ghost, in a small way. ]

You're too quick to take offense. It was only a question.


[ ooc; No apology necessary! ]

[GLORIOUSLY HIDEOUS DESTINY.]

It's merely not my sort of sport. But I imagine you'll have fun on your little hunt.


[ooc: <3 ]

A tempting prospect, but better left to the young and impressionable.

[ But if he were twenty years younger and hadn't sworn to try to stop killing people, Erik would happily join in. Shame, that. ]