I am a son of the Mountain.
Marcellus had learned a long time ago to never barter. Among the Hutts, bargaining was considered a sign of weakness. Some even claimed if you had to barter then you weren't ready to make the deal. However in this instance he could not find a reason to stay with his instincts. Perhaps it was the stunning woman who was draped over his shoulder, or maybe just the fact he never kept a certain outlook for too long.
When the blade rose to his neck, Marcellus held up a hand that seemed to be a random gesture. However in the surrounding area several members of his gang had seen the move and were already advancing on the two. He didn't need the thugs of his gang to handle her. He pressed forward, allowing the blade to cut into his neck. His skin was thick and tough, far more resistant than regular human skin. That amused smirk never left his expression. “Be careful with that sweetheart, can get you hurt.”
He paused to consider her adjustment to his offer, his eyes lingering on the woman as her lips barely brushed against his own. He closed the distance, pressing his lips into her own while drinking in the scent of the woman who was intertwined with him. His arms wrapped around her in a possessive manner, tight and full they kept her locked in place.
His eyes, even while closed, gave off a dark green hue that could be seen through his eyelids. The kiss was brief, as Marcellus broke it off to smile at the pirate. “Thirty. Once things are set up you'll have plenty of work.”
When the blade rose to his neck, Marcellus held up a hand that seemed to be a random gesture. However in the surrounding area several members of his gang had seen the move and were already advancing on the two. He didn't need the thugs of his gang to handle her. He pressed forward, allowing the blade to cut into his neck. His skin was thick and tough, far more resistant than regular human skin. That amused smirk never left his expression. “Be careful with that sweetheart, can get you hurt.”
He paused to consider her adjustment to his offer, his eyes lingering on the woman as her lips barely brushed against his own. He closed the distance, pressing his lips into her own while drinking in the scent of the woman who was intertwined with him. His arms wrapped around her in a possessive manner, tight and full they kept her locked in place.
His eyes, even while closed, gave off a dark green hue that could be seen through his eyelids. The kiss was brief, as Marcellus broke it off to smile at the pirate. “Thirty. Once things are set up you'll have plenty of work.”