( Taunting him. As if that were the word, or Maximilian Hawk the man foolish enough to entertain it. He knows how wretched creatures like Samuel Vane think — on a primitive and disappointingly rash level, bereft of sense or strategy.
When the young man before him, clearly possessed of more intellect than luck, pieces the strings together, Hawk rewards him with another silent toast. More brandy, after. )
That's right. That's right, he must do. He's... he's goading me. He's... letting me know he has it, and if we — if we go after him... ( A long, deep swallow. ) It's the only card left for him to play. I'm surprised he's doing it so early. But I expect he's... desperate. Pirates often are. And you're right. He must have it.
( But then he pauses, and his eyes slant, feline-like, and he offers with a honeyed mouth: ) Of course, if you were to find it. And bring it to us... you would not find us ungrateful. As we've discussed.
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When the young man before him, clearly possessed of more intellect than luck, pieces the strings together, Hawk rewards him with another silent toast. More brandy, after. )
That's right. That's right, he must do. He's... he's goading me. He's... letting me know he has it, and if we — if we go after him... ( A long, deep swallow. ) It's the only card left for him to play. I'm surprised he's doing it so early. But I expect he's... desperate. Pirates often are. And you're right. He must have it.
( But then he pauses, and his eyes slant, feline-like, and he offers with a honeyed mouth: ) Of course, if you were to find it. And bring it to us... you would not find us ungrateful. As we've discussed.