a most beautiful smile

Yuriel glanced down at the paper he'd been holding for the last minute. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to have it in the first place, he'd taken it off of a drunken mage protector he'd been following for the last few miles on the road. Staring at the inky countenance smeared across the page, he couldn't help but make a bit of a remark. "The bastard has a beautiful smile, don't it?" He sneered.

Cilv snapped at his ear. "Funny, I'd say the same thing bout you." She said, running along his shoulders and hopping up to sit atop his head. She'd been in a foul mood ever since he'd forced her to help him... (steal wasn't quite the right word, but it was the word she had used) take the little flier.  

She went quiet, which was great, a moment ago he was half tempted to try throwing her again. He paused and glanced up at her, usually she only went quiet when someone was nearby or she was eating. And he hadn't given her food. He reached up and pulled her down, glaring and ready to fight her to take whatever food she'd stolen from his pack. "We don't have the time for this you little fu-"