[His eyes follow hers, wondering what she could be thinking or considering... And suspecting she would try to pick the worst out of here for him. A challenge in hopes of tripping him up, perhaps. But at the suggestion of the dart game—]
Darts, eh?
[He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment.]
Been a bit, but reckon I can handle 'em decent.
[What with him flinging his levinbolts and all. Course his suspicion is less on his aim and more on the darts... Or balloons. Moving targets to boot.]
no subject
Darts, eh?
[He chews on the inside of his cheek for a moment.]
Been a bit, but reckon I can handle 'em decent.
[What with him flinging his levinbolts and all. Course his suspicion is less on his aim and more on the darts... Or balloons. Moving targets to boot.]