Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160218071019/@comment-25924729-20160310071955

Joseph's hand shot out at the barbecue sauce bottle, sending it sliding across the table where it slammed neatly into Amilanthior's hand with a dull thud. The tension between the pair was palpable, Zhu-li couldn't understand why her dad was being so... hostile all of a sudden.

Joseph's eye twitched a little at the 'pissing match' comment (the guy is obsessed with manners and language), but continued talking like nothing happened. "Now you're putting words in my mouth lad. I never said the Pilgrims were criminals, I too see them as 'the good guys', so to speak, albeit with some rather questionable dealings."

"The problem lies therein, not everyone shares my view on your faction. As ANGELs, Zhu-li and I strive to keep our consciences and hands clean. Even so, we make many formidable enemies in our work. Now you come in the picture, involving your faction and their enemies in my daughter's life. Forgive me if i'm skeptical of your abilities. Can you truly promise she'll be safe?"

Zhu-li blinked, looked at her dad, then back at Asper, and realized what he was trying to do. Subtly, she slid her hand below the table and put it on Asper's arm, hoping he caught the message. He's toying with you, don't lose your cool, don't snap...