“There’s no reason for him not to complete his task. If he fails partway, he will have wasted his evening and lost his payment. We’ll stay among the crowds, avoiding quiet or poorly-lit streets, to prevent being caught alone. If anything should go wrong, I’ve brought extra coin to buy our way out of trouble.” It was evident that he had dedicated much time and thought to the logistics of their plan, for better or for worse. “Besides, you’ve shown well enough that you can talk your way out of just about - “
He stopped at once, his arm outstretched, frozen, bishop in hand one move shy of check. The piece dangled there, the move aborted. When he spoke the words were drawn out of him like bile.
"Addhir, what is stopping you from running away the moment we pass the gate?”
As the question dangled above his head like the sword of Damokles, Asmodeus briefly considered if the accusation offended him more than it endangered him, and whether he should let it show. Gaara’s acidic tone left no doubt that his answer would make or break the entire operation. Truthfully, he had expected the prince to notice this problem lot sooner. A shame they couldn’t have gone without it entirely. He blinked.
“Uh... well..” The servant straightened in his seat, carefully weighing his next few words. “Now that mylord mentions it... nothing, I suppose?” He tilted his head like a curious child that had suddenly been presented with a very intriguing idea. “I hadn’t considered the option, if I am completely honest. But I mean... I am not exactly living the worst of lives right now, am I?”
And there it was again, that crooked smile that never seemed as if it were directed at anybody in particular, but a simple expression of his own pleasant yet secret imagination.
“I have a comfortable bed, a lovely wardrobe. The food I eat is of the highest quality, and I do not even need to lift a finger to make or receive it. I get to sleep and chat and play chess all day long. Sure, there is little music, or laughter, or reading, and somebody is watching my every step. But I am spending my time largely in the way I would as a free man - in the company of someone who appreciates me, or so I like to think, and whose world might be just a tiny bit better for my presence in it.”
Smiling, Addhir shifted his weight and rose from his position. He stepped around the low table between them - slowly, gracefully - and without any sign that Gaara’s sudden anger concerned him at all. Only his clothes and the golden chains around his shoulders rustled quietly as he moved, carrying with them the subtle scent of a perfume that Addhir had doubtlessly dabbed onto his skin sometime this morning. From the other side of their game, the smell had been rather discreet, grazing the prince only in passing as they had set up the table. Now, however, it seemed to fill every breath he took, though it seemed as soft as unobtrusive as before. It promised warmth... and tranquility. Like a bird, Addhir finally lowered himself onto the arm rest of the other’s chair and gave him a curious look.
“ I do understand why my prince would be suspicious though... even if I wished his trust in me to be stronger than this”, he murmured. “If it eases his mind, perhaps I should stay behind and make up an excuse if anybody comes looking for him? If it is any consolation to him at all, however, I will swear on my life that I shall not leave his side and do whatever is in my power to make sure he returns home safely, and with me-- if my lord Gaara can promise me that he will do the same if the king ever changes his mind about the position of my head.” With that, Addhir gently plucked the bishop from the prince’s grasp - fingers brushing him ever so slightly - and placed it on the board before them, just where it had been supposed to go.
“And if all else fails... well. Maybe he should make sure to hold tightly onto my hand the entire night, and never once let go.”