[center][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/center][hr]
Gaze shifting between the participants of the conversation, I'on listened closely. It seemed, that more than him, these two, particularly Ixion, were in for far more trouble than they would likely be able to handle alone. A part of him found itself quite excited by this, but the excitement didn't reach his eyes or any of his face really. It instead mixed with a suppressed anxiety and fatigue, one from worry, and the other from a day that had stretched on far too long for the Penin mage's liking. Nonetheless, he was not so rude or foolish as to leave now. He might miss something of importance and he still wanted to hear the Assassin's retelling of what had [i]really[/i] happened back in that alley.

However, his thoughts were quite suddenly pulled from that line of thought when he heard Violet's words, catching the implications even before her sister chimed in. His eyes widened slightly, surprised before he considered that he had really had minimal involvement. He was fairly certain that the fixer hadn't even actually engaged him at all during the whole incident, mostly because he had been an outsider coming in, rather than a person in the wrong place at the wrong time like the assassin and his vampiric associate. Still, the implications of even asking someone, formally even, that they join the Deo'iel were hardly lost on him. It also revealed to him just how dangerous it was likely to be to keep the company of the Assassin and his associate.

After all, if the Fixer was to return and the Deo'iel were offering a hand to help them protect themselves, the man was clearly a threat and that was without considering what Violet had mentioned in regards to the Fixer's fight against Lord Nightmare. The Penin shuddered at the thought of such an encounter, though a small internal part of him felt excitement at the prospect. [b]"A weighty proposition,"[/b] I'on said in response, though he considered it a deal not directed at him, [b]"...one I'd think would require some thought before one commits."[/b] The penin looked between assassin and vampire, Ixion and Morgan, as he finished his sentence--his gaze lingered longer on Morgan than it did on Ixion, willing him to not answer immediately one way or the other.

While he thought it risky business, associating with Deo'iel, especially two who were so formidable, it was better to make an informed decision than it was to make one on the spot--that was when one had a choice. Perhaps his words would awaken this idea in the minds of his the two. If it did not and they took the deal, well he could, with any luck, separate himself from the group and venture out on his own. Then again, if the Fixer [i]had[/i] taken an interest in him as well, despite his minor involvement...then he would be taking a whole other set of risks by separate from their little group.

As he awaited the response of the other two, his mind weighed the various pros and cons of decisions he might have to make within the near future. None of his options looked particularly hopeful, he noted silently.

It seemed that, with the revelation of the danger that the Fixer posed, his day had gone from long and tiresome, to outright [i]bad[/i]. In response to the thought, the penin was forced to repress a sigh. His body language thus revealed a form of tension as a result. I'on really wished he'd partaken of more Finest before all this.