phoebe raises a brow , ghosts forgotten as he turns his attention back up to crow . his hand moves to rest on his hip , the other hanging loosely at his side . " one on ones aren't a battlefield ." well , not usually , at least . but now he just sounds like saladin . . . a pang of annoyance rushes
Crow can see the way he looks away, and tears his own gaze from the ghosts and lets them have their seats at the peanut gallery. Watching the other then going up to the moon again. "Some fierce competitors is all, I'm sure if you were dealing with any of them in a one on one you'd be able to beat-