Rook is quiet as he takes in that look in those velvet dark eyes. Maybe he could tell this man all about the fight, or the fights in his youth. It seems possible, but who is he to do that here? Build that sort of rapport with a man, who is supposed to be his boss.
With a sigh, he shakes his head. "If I couldn't handle it, I wouldn't put myself in this kind of position. You don't have to worry about me," he promises quietly. "And if you truly do do worry, you shouldn't hire me. What kind of bouncer is looked after by their boss to make sure they don't melt in a bar fight?"
"A careful one," Ulysse counters, lips twitching in a faint smile before he resumes poking at his gumbo. "Everyone's capable of losing control. You just happen to be more dangerous than others when you do, like most bouncers are. I don't think it's such a bad thing for the boss to check their bouncer to make sure things don't go too far, right?"
He sets down his spoon and fixes Rook with an intent stare. "I'm trusting you to look after my bar. I don't see a problem in you trusting me to look after you in turn."
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With a sigh, he shakes his head. "If I couldn't handle it, I wouldn't put myself in this kind of position. You don't have to worry about me," he promises quietly. "And if you truly do do worry, you shouldn't hire me. What kind of bouncer is looked after by their boss to make sure they don't melt in a bar fight?"
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"A careful one," Ulysse counters, lips twitching in a faint smile before he resumes poking at his gumbo. "Everyone's capable of losing control. You just happen to be more dangerous than others when you do, like most bouncers are. I don't think it's such a bad thing for the boss to check their bouncer to make sure things don't go too far, right?"
He sets down his spoon and fixes Rook with an intent stare. "I'm trusting you to look after my bar. I don't see a problem in you trusting me to look after you in turn."