Truth Serum — “Are you a slave to your nature, too, then?”

For a moment, the Khajiit was quiet, an unblinking stare locked on the Dunmer’s eyes, his ears pinned back. He took a slow breath, still not breaking eye contact.

“You have no idea. How many years. It took me. To get this far.” he stated thinly, his voice low and tightly controlled. J’hasi took a sharp step forward and grabbed the mer’s collar, yanking him closer so that his face was mere inches from the Khajiit’s own, teeth bared as he spoke again, quieter and with the cutting undertone of a very real threat simmering under the surface.

“And I can just as easily snap…right back to that nature. Just. Like. That.” he hissed, snapping his fingers as his teeth clicked together, shoving the mer back and out of his space. J’hasi shoved his hands into his pockets, tail swishing behind him, eyes still staring, unblinking, pupils thin slits against brillant green.

“I am under no delusions that I am safe to be around. I’ve just had lots of practice.”

Truth Serum — “How do you feel about vampires who do not serve Molag Bal, or any Daedra? I answer to none. I am not my kind. I am only Dalamus. Frankly, I cannot stand most of my kind, either.”

J’hasi’s tail swished sharply behind him, eyes narrowed.

“Most vampires I run into don’t deal with daedra, and honestly they were bad enough on their own. The only vampires I’ve met walking among normal people seemed to get a kick out of being a wolf among sheep, and if you don’t answer to anyone other than yourself, that’s even worse. You’re unpredictable. And I am not taking risks when you’ve got those fangs and thirst for blood, fiend.” The Khajiit’s muzzle wrinkled even more before putting a hand on the hilt of his dagger, fingers curling, resting over Elvish steel, but not drawing just yet.

“And I don’t get along with most weres, that doesn’t automatically make you better than the rest of your kind. It could be as simple as disliking competition to disagreeing with one’s hunting methods. You aren’t special. You’re just as much a slave to your nature as anyone else cursed like this.”

Taking advantage of this truth serum! — “Why do you hate me, exactly? I am not overly fond of you, either, but I am curious if your hatred is specific to me or vampires in general.”

The Khajiit’s ears flicked back.

“If you had been captured by vampires and used as cattle and an outlet for clan frustration for weeks, only to become infected yourself and forcing you to seek out Molag Bal for a cure, would you be overly fond of vampires? Because trust me, you do not want to have an audience with Molag Bal.” J’hasi spat, canines bared.

“I have more than enough reason to hate your kind, so fuck. Off.”

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