「тнε ιηғιηιтε σηε」

"As you know, I couldn’t care less that you’ve created these lovely playthings, much as how atrocious you may look doing so.”

        Create to destroy, and destroy to create. The creed of which Rodin personally held; a creed that described the hand he played from as early as those days. Bayonetta's words are a knife that nicks the flesh, but that's all they do. He's far too accustomed to her personality, so much that he couldn't really imagine his establishment without it.

                 ☾———————- She watched his movements intently without batting her eyelids angling her head a finger tapping against her temple adjusting her glasses while he poured the contents to a small glass sliding it to the counter. A Mysterious Destiny something for her to call it a day or to start the day though she didn’t mind having a few drinks before butting some creatures to a wall cashing all those circular things around their little heads to him for him to find his way back to his own resurrection. “Aging can be good for liquor the more years it’s been preserved, It’ll be more piquant to my taste that’s how it works. Although I appreciate the effort keep that up and you might get a place in a local store if this doesn’t work out for you”, She playfully smiled.  

        A hearty laugh characteristic of him sounds out. It was true, the likes of local business wouldn't nearly meet the Infernal's fancies. The witch momentarily sated with that drink of hers, Rodin leans away from the counter. Attention taking to the likes of the spirits lining the back wall. Anyone with a establishment, even the smallest one, wanted to line their pockets. It just so happened to be that Rodin had a very particular price when it came to lining his.

             ❤ —- “And what makes you so sure that a little lady such as myself                               wouldn’t really take interest in your —big bad weapons—?”

"Call it a hunch. Somethin' 'bout you just screams hellish. An' if I didn't know my share 'o shit, I'd say you already got the weapon you need. But— If you want another one, I'm not complaining."

"You the mom?"

         ❤ —- “…and what if I don’t really tend to partake in,                         what those silly Christians call, the devils nectar?”

"Then I guess the most I can offer you is casual conversation. My trades consist of spirits an' weapons. An' I don't take you for the kind 'o lady that needs anything of mine."

"It’s not just a bad day, mate, I’m telling ya!” But he could tell that he wasn’t going to go anywhere with that argument so he dropped it with an indignant sigh. “But yeah, whatever. What were we talking about before I was rudely interrupted by.. that?”

        Bless Loki for having the courtesy of handing over his halos now. This made the business transaction that much smoother, as well as gave Rodin more motivation. Just because he loved sharing his crafts, didn't mean he loved making them as much. Stuffing the nastiest Infernals into those vessels of his—? Easier said than done. And normally that was after one hell of a brawl.

❤ —- “Well isn’t that great? Any chance you’d be able to pretend you DIDN’T                see anything, now?”

"Nah. I think I'll take that sight as my tip. Y' ever come by my bar, I won't mind smoothin' things over with a drink, discounted too."

           ❤ —- “…let’s pretend that none of you saw that.”

"Trust me, I definitely saw something alright. Can't say I hated it though."

Poof! Human again. The boy sent a heated glare at the taller man, having not enjoyed being a flying squirrel for a period of time. “I have no idea who they are, but all I know is that they wear glasses and they’re strong forces of nature.” Sure, Loki, we’ll go with that.

         Rodin wasn't exactly humoring this whole predicament— What happened, just happened. Was never a matter of not believing Loki or not, it was just the idea of humoring it.

Nasties from below and up top? What was this man going on about. Not another person claiming to be a supernatural being.

"The world's a cruel, cruel place. An' it sure as hell ain't getting any better, not anytime soon."