[ It's not the right choice of words, but neither are they wrong. Older than he appears (or acts, most of the time, case in point) he gives an agreeable shrug as his gaze rests on Elsa. He has lived through great snowstorms that have ruined countries and cities, seen soldiers die of frostbite on battlefields and, before modern medicine helped, learned how dangerous it can be to keep children out in the cold and dark too long. Jack thinks of being wafted away by annoyed fae for hundreds of years, a nuisance despite his best efforts to make friends. It hardened the core of him and he isn't sorry for that, it made him stronger, but he recognizes the echoes of it in Elsa's words and he looks away with significant effort.
Not that his thoughts are particularly betrayed by his body-language, light and casual as his tone. A defensive reflex, to behave as people expect. It's easier when they walk away, if they haven't become annoyed with the real you. ]
The only thing dangerous in here is how slow you are.
[ Deliberately flippant, he pieces up the pace and the ice across the floor rushes with blue sparkles around the corner. ]
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Not that his thoughts are particularly betrayed by his body-language, light and casual as his tone. A defensive reflex, to behave as people expect.
It's easier when they walk away, if they haven't become annoyed with the real you.]The only thing dangerous in here is how slow you are.
[ Deliberately flippant, he pieces up the pace and the ice across the floor rushes with blue sparkles around the corner. ]
Unless you want to eat my dust, Miss Subtle.