Yeah. I, at least, answered the question behind your question, and it's a shame you--
[And then he lunges, very suddenly. His hands immediately go for Monty's wrist, trying to pin them and keep him from getting at that knife that he still thinks might be in one of his pockets.]
[Alfie pins them easily, although, he's going to have to either let go pretty quickly, use his weight to steady things, or go down with Monty. The gentleman's surprised enough that he jolts back into his chair, eyes wide with alarm, and it tips backward.]
[Oh fuck, he hadn't been expecting the chair to tip. But he's in this and he's going to stay in this. He makes a good attempt to balance things out weight-wise, but he only has a second or two and he doesn't have good leverage for it, so down they go. He's going to do his best to keep a tight grip on his wrists, though.]
[Monty grunts as the chair slams into the ground. He doesn't struggle with Alfie to get the man off on the way down, just to try to brace himself as best he can. The older man will find himself halfway on top of the younger. Rather than being fearful, Monty's expression is confusion mixed with indignation.]
What in god's name was that meant to accomplish, sir?
[Monty has started squirming to get the man off, but stills at the words and Alfie's expression. There's a cold curl of dread around his stomach as his mind casts back to other encounters. Sol Badguy, Accelerator, Xion, Malcolm, the Nogitsune, Bucky... Dio. He swallows and marshals his courage to put on a front of indifference.]
You are not a man of your word, Mr. Solomons. That is good to know.
[As he says this, Monty closes his eyes. After a moment, Alfie will find the chair and both of them are sinking into the floor. If he looks down, he'll see that the ground beneath them seems to have turned to quicksand. Monty isn't particularly bothered. He's controlling it... to an extent, after all.]
Alfie isn't entirely unfamiliar with Monty's illusionary powers, and so if he took a moment to think about this logically, it would be pretty obvious what's going on. Unfortunately for him, it's pretty hard to take a moment to think logically when you're suddenly sinking through the floor. He lets go of Monty's wrists on instinct, letting out a yell and trying to scramble up.]
[It stops as soon as he's let go, the quicksand turning just to a shallow pit that they're now sunk into. This sort of thing is going to cost him. Monty's well aware that if they were in Between he'd probably be in danger of fading out for that little display. Now, he just feels immensely tired as he jerks himself out of the sand and rolls to the side.]
Stop panicking, Mr. Solomons. You are Royce's friend. I will not kill you, nor even hurt you, particularly, unless it is by accident.
Oh, for god's sake! Royce has already been. I am not afraid of you, Mr. Solomons, but I do respect him. Consider that my promise that I will take no further actions against you.
[Monty can't really resist the other man at the moment, but he doesn't want to actually show that.]
You seem to do a lot of very fucking stupid things, Navarro, and I'd wager Renart would have told you not to do this, just as she told you not to come lecture me after our argument. Listen to the ones who are smarter than you, mate. Eh? Goodness knows there's a lot of them.
You might wish to listen to those smarter than you, as well, Mr. Solomons. You are a very vulnerable old man. I fear for Royce's heart when you upset someone who is not so accommodating for him.
[When Alfie is out the door, Monty just sits where he is for a long moment. His mind reels through the different ways he might murder the good Mr. Solomons, all of the particulars that might make it just right.
But Royce. He has to think about Royce. And Emily. That man is lucky he has family to protect him.]
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[And then he lunges, very suddenly. His hands immediately go for Monty's wrist, trying to pin them and keep him from getting at that knife that he still thinks might be in one of his pockets.]
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What are you doing!?
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What in god's name was that meant to accomplish, sir?
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[He says softly, leaning in with a dangerous glint in his eye. He doesn't actually plan on hurting him, sure, but he doesn't want Monty to know that.]
I can be far more dangerous than a fox - and it's all choice, not instinct.
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You are not a man of your word, Mr. Solomons. That is good to know.
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[He tightens his grip around Monty's wrists.]
Be careful who you wrong, mate.
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[As he says this, Monty closes his eyes. After a moment, Alfie will find the chair and both of them are sinking into the floor. If he looks down, he'll see that the ground beneath them seems to have turned to quicksand. Monty isn't particularly bothered. He's controlling it... to an extent, after all.]
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Alfie isn't entirely unfamiliar with Monty's illusionary powers, and so if he took a moment to think about this logically, it would be pretty obvious what's going on. Unfortunately for him, it's pretty hard to take a moment to think logically when you're suddenly sinking through the floor. He lets go of Monty's wrists on instinct, letting out a yell and trying to scramble up.]
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Stop panicking, Mr. Solomons. You are Royce's friend. I will not kill you, nor even hurt you, particularly, unless it is by accident.
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[Recovering quickly, he shoots a hand out for Monty again.]
Come on, don't walk away yet.
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Enough! Mr. Solomons, I would like for you to leave my house. Now, please.
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[He tightens his grip, pulling himself up into a crouch and leaning in close.]
But if you come into mine uninvited again, you can expect more visits.
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[Monty can't really resist the other man at the moment, but he doesn't want to actually show that.]
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[He lets go, finally.]
You seem to do a lot of very fucking stupid things, Navarro, and I'd wager Renart would have told you not to do this, just as she told you not to come lecture me after our argument. Listen to the ones who are smarter than you, mate. Eh? Goodness knows there's a lot of them.
[And he turns to move toward the door.]
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Oh, Mr. Navarro. If it were anyone but you, I would have brought my pistol.
Good day.
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But Royce. He has to think about Royce. And Emily. That man is lucky he has family to protect him.]