The eye in his talons squished quietly as he tightened his grip on it, the Strix's beady eyes following his friend the Exchange Agent as she caught her breath. He cocked his head at her vocalising a debt, turning it so he could see her fully through one eye. She'd caught his interest further when she said this man's brothers-in-arms had caught one of their own. Inviting disaster, knowing the Inquisitor's temper.
“Time is of the essence, then,” Gaius observed conversationally, squishing the eyeball again. The man had devolved into quiet whimpering, his remaining eye blinking through the blood and flicking between the pair of them. Sometimes, it looked at the eyeball the Strix had ripped out of his skull and the look of horror was... quite satisfactory. “Do you know his... associations?” Some manner of criminality, if the man was chasing an agent.
“Time is of the essence, then,” Gaius observed conversationally, squishing the eyeball again. The man had devolved into quiet whimpering, his remaining eye blinking through the blood and flicking between the pair of them. Sometimes, it looked at the eyeball the Strix had ripped out of his skull and the look of horror was... quite satisfactory. “Do you know his... associations?” Some manner of criminality, if the man was chasing an agent.