John looked up at the greeting, checking a sigh--to be fair, it wasn't just at the Manor he had this problem; random passing males occasionally hit on him no matter where he went. He supposed that sort of thing couldn't just be shut off at will, even if you decided you weren't really interested anymore--and froze when he realized it was an immortal who had just addressed him.
It wasn't any one specific thing that gave them away, and John couldn't really have explained how he knew these things if someone had asked. A slightly creepy feeling that differed somehow from the sort you got when talking to, say, a pedophile or a serial murderer, maybe (and John had met both,) or a depth to the eyes that you just didn't see in ordinary people. Whatever, this one had it about him in spades.
"Seat's up for grabs," he said warily, nodding to it, "but that's--" he interrupted himself with a violent sneeze, "--all dat is, jus' so you dow." His head suddenly felt congested, and his eyes had started to burn for no apparent reason.
He still wasn't sure just what flavor of Power he was dealing with, but John hadn't bought himself more time than any human had a right to by not being able to put two and two together. The entire pub was now ringing with the phlegmy sounds of coughing, wheezing and thick, irritable cursing.
"Oi, you bind cranging the mojo dowd jus' a bit dere?" he added, hunting through his pockets for a handkerchief, which he used to wipe his eyes and then blow his nose gustily. "'s bloody 'ard to edjoy a good beer whed you can' taste it."
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It wasn't any one specific thing that gave them away, and John couldn't really have explained how he knew these things if someone had asked. A slightly creepy feeling that differed somehow from the sort you got when talking to, say, a pedophile or a serial murderer, maybe (and John had met both,) or a depth to the eyes that you just didn't see in ordinary people. Whatever, this one had it about him in spades.
"Seat's up for grabs," he said warily, nodding to it, "but that's--" he interrupted himself with a violent sneeze, "--all dat is, jus' so you dow." His head suddenly felt congested, and his eyes had started to burn for no apparent reason.
He still wasn't sure just what flavor of Power he was dealing with, but John hadn't bought himself more time than any human had a right to by not being able to put two and two together. The entire pub was now ringing with the phlegmy sounds of coughing, wheezing and thick, irritable cursing.
"Oi, you bind cranging the mojo dowd jus' a bit dere?" he added, hunting through his pockets for a handkerchief, which he used to wipe his eyes and then blow his nose gustily. "'s bloody 'ard to edjoy a good beer whed you can' taste it."