The Pirate's explanation of that hellhound prompted a near curious look to Sly's features as the warlock's gaze shifted to eye the animal once more. The man's insistence of just what that bite could do managed to coax an almost wary look to the younger man's features. A bacteria-ridden bite that could kill within 48 hours? That was, well, disgusting. Useful, Sly supposed, when it came to keeping the warlock safe and yet 'Hellhounds', it seemed, were not a species to be trifled with. That is, if Barney really was a Hellhound. Sly entirely inclined to believe it even if he found a veritable plethora of questions tugging at his mind over the animal. Still, he supposed, it wasn't exactly his business and maybe it was one of those things where it was simply better not to ask. Sly, it seemed, an eternity...unphased being in every sense of the word. The Hellhound simply accepted for what it was and its existence- that information regarding it stored neatly in his mind all the same. Especially considering his efforts to show his companion that sleight of hand mere moments later. Sly's blue gaze shifted warily towards the animal, if only to assure it that he hardly had any intention to bring harm to his master as he reached forward to, seemingly, pluck those bills from behind the other warlock's ears before displaying them with a distinct flourish of showmanship. A warm, easy grin found his lips in the wake of that trick. This, after all, was what he did best. His companions' insistence that it would be a hit with the ladies however was quick to prompt a snort from the blond. Really.....it depends on the ladies- and a hell of a lot on their species.
His companion, however, seemed almost equally inclined to agree that the majority of their species seemed to be, well, pricks. It was true, as far as Sly was concerned. The blond was almost relieved to find another of their kind who seemed content to agree with him and yet the pirate warlock was perhaps decentl.....unconventional himself. Living on a boat was perhaps the mere start of it. The man insisted that he was hardly one for their rules either. Maybe he liked this guy more than he'd initially thought. Hell, at least the pirate was happy to have a conversation rather than just scowl at Sly's existence. It was the Pirate's insistence that he'd met a real Fae before however that prompted Sly's eyes to lift slightly. Fae were...rare. More than rare even. There were people in his home country that debated whether or not the species even still existed. Vampires, for the most part, had apparently hunted them into extinction. His companions' assurance that the Fae he had met was 'very Italian' however prompted Sly's head to tilt.
"An Italian Fae?"
The blond warlock's features were nothing short of....dubious. Sly nearly entirely sure the other man was having him on and yet, the pirate hardly seemed to elaborate further. Sly instead, distinctly aware of the air around them seemed to become tainted with that undeniable touch of magic. The sudden appearance of two glasses readily prompted Sly's gaze to widen and yet, whatever the warlock had been about to say was abruptly cut off by the floating, hovering bottle of whisky. Well. That was impressive- and considerably more useful than his own magic. The pirate reached to pluck that bottle from the air before wordlessly pouring two glasses and pushing one towards Sly himself. Huh. Most of his customers never offered him a drink. Especially not one that actually looked, well, half decent. Still, Sly was certain that magical display had not been a sleight of hand but rather a distinctly unique (and powerful) display of the other man's affinity. That- was cheating. Sly distinctly not above informing his companion of that very thing even if he was inclined to agree it was....delightfully useful. Was it telekinesis of some kind? Sly reached to take that offered glass, the blond warlock hardly above turning down a drink as his companion insisted it wasn't cheating so much as it was resourceful, that very description coaxed a sudden, soft chuckle from within the younger warlock. Well. That was one way to describe it. He liked that. Even if that power wasn't telekinesis but something similar, hmmm.
Sly reached to lift that glass to his lips, the warlock contemplating his companions' talents as he took that first drink. Huh. It really was good. Sly's blue gaze shifted downward to eye that whisky, the warlock assured he'd have to ask the other man exactly what it was before the pirate brought up that meal once more. That very burned meal. Damn. He'd thought he'd forgotten. Sly's features shifted into a scowl once more and yet....was there any point denying that truth any longer? The Irishman had known he was lying from the beginning, Sly was certain of it and yet.....he'd committed to that story so far. The blond's gaze shifted from that smouldering wreckage of a meal, to the pirate and back again, before boldly insisting it was still edible. Sly reached forward, plucking a charred, black fry from that plate only to put it between his lips. The crunch of that charcoal, he was sure, could be heard all down the dockyard. It was....beyond bad and yet how determined Sly was to keep a straight face as he chewed and, reluctantly, swallowed that fry. Only to insist it was delightful. The abrupt laughter from the other warlock echoed around that boat. Sly, despite himself, was unable to prevent that quirk of his own lip in amusement. Alright- he'd been well and truly caught out and yet at least the other man was going to give him points for sticking to his word.
"I'm as honest as the day is long."
Those words held little save for amusement within their sarcasm as Sly reached to take another sip of that drink. His companions query on what happened to that food was, this time, answered with a near blunt honesty. He lit it on fire. Well- it hadn't exactly been on purpose. The pirates' query of just why he'd reduced that meal to charred ruins however was met, this time, with an almost guilty look.
"Well....they only give me that bike to deliver on and it's a really long ride from the store to your boat, mate. The meal was stone cold by the time I got here. I tried to heat it up a little but I got it wrong."
Well. At least he was honest if nothing else. Sly's right hand lifted effortlessly then, a single ball of flame readily appearing within it before the warlock abruptly tossed it upward if only to display to his newfound companion exactly what he had meant by 'lighting it on fire'. That ball of flame was quick to morph into an Osprey, the bird circling wide around that ship, it's flaming wings illuminating the sky above- before abruptly diving downward. That look of momentary panic was hardly missed upon his companion's face as the bird collided with the very wooden and flammable deck of that boat- only for those flames to roar upward and abruptly rearrange as a wolf. The flaming wolf, for it's part, merely stood....placidly. The animal glancing around that boat as if to take in its surroundings before the abrupt growl from Barney seemed to draw its attention. It's flaming claws clicked upon the wood as it wandered forward and toward the hell hound, its figure tense and yet...curious of that other canine anomaly. Sly taking that moment to relieve the pirate of his state of tension with the insistence that fire simply would not burn. Not unless Sly himself desired it too. Even despite the heat it threw off. The other warlock seemed to eye that fire....warily before insisting he was damn close to murdering him. That....Sly was inclined to believe as a simper found his lips once more.
"I might have burned your food, but I wouldn't burn your boat, mate. You seem really attached to it. It's strange but....i'm much better with the fire once it's taken form like that. Tiny little fires in enclosed spaces like that fish and chip box are harder for me to control. My fire likes to be something I suppose."
Sly's shoulders shrugged loosely, the warlock taking another sip of his drink as that flaming wolf inched closer and closer to Barney, the Hellhound letting out a bellow that very near shook that boat. Jesus. Sly glanced over and toward his own wolf then, the boy watching the interaction curiously before Barney suddenly lunged. The pirates shouted command seemed to fall on deaf ears as the Hellhound launched itself with mouth agape into the wolf....only for the wolf to simply....remain exactly where it stood. The Hellhound's teeth passed harmlessly through those non-burning flames, the fire simply remodeling itself harmlessly back into place as the wolf merely blinked at its canine companion. Eyeing it almost incredulously.
"It's alright, he won't get hurt. He can bite it all he wants really."
Sly, once more, so hardly seemed taken aback by that violent and impressive display as his gaze returned to the pirate across from him. The young warlock clearly content to leave those canines to sort themselves out as he finished his drink.
"I was going to say you still owe me that twelve fifty but this was probably worth twelve fifty so I'm willing to compromise."
Sly lifted that empty glass, the warlock almost certain that the whiskey had not been cheap by any means. Hell, a glass of that in any bar might have even been more than twelve fifty. The blond warlock was nothing if not adaptable. Sly entirely willing to accept that drink as payment after he'd......overcooked that other meal. The younger man was oblivious, in that moment, to the fashion in which the wolf behind him seemed to melt away. The fire abruptly reformed to take the shape of a puppy. A hellhound puppy. That tiny, flaming version of Barney stumbled forward, its paws to large for its body as it proceeded to all but throw itself into a play bow at the other canine's feet, its entire body wriggling in delight and yet....how readily its posture gave away its efforts at appeasement. An effort to....satisfy the adult Hellhound. A yield to Barney's more dominant nature that offered far less threat then its earlier form as it sought to entice Barney to play- in nearly the same fashion in which Sly abruptly seemed willing to accept that drink as payment after his earlier destruction of his companions food.
"I'd still appreciate a positive review on Yelp though. I did still ride all the way out here and it's not my fault you live really inconveniently. An effort was made."
A near teasing grin found its way to the warlock's features then. That puppy, behind him, reached out its own paw to bat at the adult Hellhound in that renewed effort to coax the older canine into play.
"It's Sly, by the way. My name. For the Yelp review."