if we are so freeThen why are our minds not meant to be?

He was following him; This was what he wanted all along. He laid the bait out and the hunter snatched it right up. Braxton couldn't help but snicker to himself as he took a deep and long drag of his smoke. As he exhaled, a massive plume of smoke escaped from the center of his parted lips and became a decent sized cloud of nicotine laced air. Smoking was simply a thing that made him feel good, and to be told it was bad for his health was laughable. He was practically immortal, so how could he hurt himself smoking? The chemicals that were in today's cigarettes didn't really seem to have an affect on him. The burn was the only real reason he actually did it.
But there he was, walking towards the gate with no intention of stopping, and laughing on the inside at the fact, that he had this man confused in every sense of the word.
What a fool this guy had to be, or perhaps he was simply doing this to get closer and learn Braxton's way and connections.

He couldn't have that happening, no no. After all, Braxton's training as a soldier wouldn't allow for him to fall for traps or anything like that so easily. Or even walk into them; Perhaps it was that old time methodology that couldn't be replicated in this day and age. Especially with how most people acted. Braxton scoffed a bit at the idea of people being so idiotic. Granted, not everyone Tom, Dick and Harry he ran across was like this. But he whipped towards the hunter after inhaling and exhaling more nicotine, and looked at the other man with a grin.
"First of all, I call just about everyone I run into sweetness. It's a habit... Plus your reactions are priceless. Never seen someone so... Angry over a silly word."

Was he asking for more trouble with that statement? Maybe he was, and maybe he didn't really care. It's not like he couldn't fend for himself should the worst case scenario happen here, but he was doing everything he could to make sure that didn't happen. He wasn't in a fighting mood anyway, and fighting was only good when it was his idea in the first place. Even though he could remember coming across such ruffians like that through his journey through the ages.
But that enough of that thought train; He could see this man was rather impatient with him and he wasn't about to continue that.
"Secondly, I've never met your girlfriend.. I simply just chose to know who she was.. My gift is a rather unique one you could say. Not everyone is as gifted as I am at using it though."
Braxton chuckled as he retorted to the other male as he threw his cigarette to the ground and heard it his, landing into a small patch of water.
Better than landing in the grass and starting a fire, that would give the hunter a reason to get violent.
As he and this stocky figure beside him reached the gate, Braxton spun around and leaned on a post and smirked at him.
"So mate, now that you've walked me out, can I walk home like the grown up I am? I wouldn't want to keep you from plans after all. I'd hate to see you get another tongue lashing."
There Braxton went again.

That little thought was just there though. He couldn't help but take it and run. He always did like it though when things were easy to get a read and grasp on. He also loved a good challenge, but the easier they were, the more fun. He could have with the poor soul that crossed his path.
So there Braxton stood with that same smug look, waiting to see what this hunter would have to say now, in an ever so patient manner.

Don't believe thy majesty,