[center][color=#008b8b][h2]Fionn MacKerracher[/h2][/color][/center]
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Lein wasn't half as surprising as he thought he was. Next to someone whose senses and instincts had been honed purely for reading other's movements, both large and subtle, the momentary tensing of his body, the slight shift in his stride—it was obvious what he was planning, even without the group of workmen to run into and try and throw Fionn off. He had half a mind to stop the 'escape' in its tracks, use the speed and reflexes he'd developed over the years, and prove to Lein and any onlookers that his physique wasn't just for [i]show.[/i] But he didn't.

He stood still as Lein dived into the flow of farmers and workmen, jostling them about to come out on the other side, sleeve torn free and left hanging in Fionn's grasp. They all started to clear away faster at the sudden disturbance, even as Lein took a chance to stop. To turn and gloat.

For all the false malice that 'Lady Cteline's' gaze might have held at the ball, Fionn's grin, for just a moment, held ten times as much. His glare was downright predatory. His body poised to take off after the Hundi. Running calculations about how quickly he could cross the distance, longer legs and stronger strides covering more ground with every bound. Ready to tackle the other man down into the dirt.

[b][i]You want to win. You want to[/i] dominate, [i]don't you?[/i][/b]

He relaxed after a heartbeat, though his eyes didn't leave Lein's. [color=#008b8b]"I trust I'll see you tonight, then,"[/color] he said, lazily waving at Lein with the ripped sleeve. [color=#008b8b]"We'll have to continue our conversation, after all, and besides..."[/color] He breathed out, focusing his mind in another direction, muttering some nonsense syllables under his breath just to sell the act.

Clearly visible even in the morning sunlight, and unmistakeably magical glow enveloped his fingers and the tattered cloth within them in a viridian nimbus.

[color=#008b8b]"Don't think I won't find you. You may be quick, but your man's got tricks of his own...and he's a [i]lot[/i] more stubborn, like."[/color]