What was this? A hunter? This day had just taken quite the turn for the best. Braxton eyed this hunter up and down and would smirk. Clearly this well trimmed and toned man was claimed for. No one would let such a fine specimen just wonder about without putting claim to it. At least that how it was in his day and age: You saw a pretty little thing you liked and you would flirt and spend all your time with them. Get to know their family, etc. Same sex relationships were taboo back in the Colonial Times, and were chastised by everyone. At least the only perk Braxton thought this day and age had, was that the people had more open minds. But this hunter that was brooding over him... What was he after? Why did he have such an alluring scent to him? Braxton found himself intrigued.

Just as the dark man would star to return the cigarette to his lips, he would feel the sharp swing and impact of the hunters hand on the back of his head. His cigarette would go flying onto the asphalt trail. Braxton felt that painful burn, and a look of satisfaction would draw itself on his dark and smooth face. Lifting his head up, he showed the hunter his smug and very much aroused look. Braxton did have a certain like for pain when they were in the form of slaps. Punches, slashes and stabs were just a whole different category and were just too twisted for his tastes. But there was something about a slap that just fueled one with a great amount of adrenaline and if you liked it, pleasure.

Braxton stood up and would reach into his pocket and pull out another smoke and light it swiftly. Exhaling the smoke, he still had that same expression of smug and pleasure, like he never even lost it while performing that whole action of lighting his smoke. He did wonder if this hunter knew what he was getting into when he interacted with Braxton. Was he prepared for what he was about to deal with? Did he perhaps know how to deal with his kind expertly? Or was he hoping for an easy kill? Only time would tell, and Braxton was willing to play. "Sweetness, listen.. I'm not one to simply listen to something someone suggests, or even demands... You could of bloody asked nicely and I still would of said no." He retorted to him with his silky smooth voices, and notes hitting just right. It was like Braxton's accent and nationality allowed from him to be an expert in the field of vocalizing words. After all, being alive for this long had its perks.

But he couldn't help but wonder, was this a wise response? No. Was it what this dark hunter wanted from him? Most certainly not. Braxton could feel that he was hoping for an argument. But this wasn't his first rodeo. The rowdy colonists of old used to try this with him when he would patrol the settlements he was ordered to. What made this any different? "However, I don't recall there being a law that said I couldn't say what I wanted to.." Now for the twist in this little conversation, as Braxton took a drag off his smoke with heaviness, and would expel a huge cloud of smoke that looked much like a small bomb had gone off. "How about you think a little more clearly and less about someone waiting at home? Can you manage that? Because I was hoping you'd stay and play." The mental mimicry came into full effect, as he matched the exact tone of the hunters voice, and gestures to the letter. He could tell this baffled the hunter, or maybe he had a good poker face.

Either way, Braxton couldn't help but let out a loud laugh of enjoyment. This hunter was just so ripe for the picking. He hoped that maybe he would keep him here for much longer than he wanted to actually be here. And to accomplish this, he would have to use his ability to the fullest, and start trying to get reads when he could. But this was a dangerous game he was playing, but he wasn't afraid to get burned: After all, the best kind of fun to be had was the kind that left you a little bruised and bleeding.