[Fenris studies the other's expression in kind, noticing the shift from defiance to...something else. His own expression falters at this and his smirk fades, replaced with the briefest glimmer of confusion before someone very loudly pulls him from his thoughts with a firm and half drunk "do you two mind?".
Fenris glances over his shoulder to see a very angry patron trying to get through with two drinks, more people behind looking awfully irate. Ah, they've been...blocking the path for a while now, stubbornness rooting him to the ground. A need to "win" with this stranger. Honestly, it's embarrassing now that his actions are fully dawning upon him. But even so...
He glances back to the giant of a man, features now neutralized but his eyes communicating something a little more intense.]
Not at all, my apologies, [he offers the patron before he steps to the side, not breaking eye contact with the other and allowing the smallest trace of a smirk back to his face as if to take this victory away by pretending it's no actual 'loss'.
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Fenris glances over his shoulder to see a very angry patron trying to get through with two drinks, more people behind looking awfully irate. Ah, they've been...blocking the path for a while now, stubbornness rooting him to the ground. A need to "win" with this stranger. Honestly, it's embarrassing now that his actions are fully dawning upon him. But even so...
He glances back to the giant of a man, features now neutralized but his eyes communicating something a little more intense.]
Not at all, my apologies, [he offers the patron before he steps to the side, not breaking eye contact with the other and allowing the smallest trace of a smirk back to his face as if to take this victory away by pretending it's no actual 'loss'.
It's a control thing.]