It'd been a while since Daud had seen that kind of confidence. There'd been plenty of toughs and hardasses in Dunwall, plenty who strutted and squawked their own praise, who thought they could take down an empire if they wanted. But all of them had retained three or four shreds of caution, the kind that kept them from turning their back on others, the kind that had them watching warily when winds began to shift.
Daud had held something of that confidence - the proud confidence, the unflinching the I-can-turn-my-back-on-you confidence - himself, once. Now it was... not gone, but off-kilter. More prone to fluctuation. And when he followed Zsasz toward the bar, he threw a glance of two over his shoulders, just for caution's sake.
He stood looking down at Zsasz for a minute before sitting, allowing his rigidity a slight relaxation, leaning back against the booth and folding his arms.
"You sound sure about that." It was a casual remark, tossed off as if it didn't mean much. Of course Zsasz would know, though the Void knew how he could say. He'd heard somewhere, or he read it in Daud's actions. Taken a wild guess or simply sensed it on the wind. However he'd discerned it, the man was right.
"I've got no way of disappearing in Dunwall. They know my face, my name. Here, I'm nothing. And the best place for a criminal to get lost is a city of crime." It was more than he'd typically have said, but knowing Zsasz, it was best not to withhold information or play it coy. Daud would rather have come to Gotham, established a home for himself, and dealt with this sort of business far down the line. But there was no use fighting against what was happening, and maybe it wouldn't end too poorly.
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Daud had held something of that confidence - the proud confidence, the unflinching the I-can-turn-my-back-on-you confidence - himself, once. Now it was... not gone, but off-kilter. More prone to fluctuation. And when he followed Zsasz toward the bar, he threw a glance of two over his shoulders, just for caution's sake.
He stood looking down at Zsasz for a minute before sitting, allowing his rigidity a slight relaxation, leaning back against the booth and folding his arms.
"You sound sure about that." It was a casual remark, tossed off as if it didn't mean much. Of course Zsasz would know, though the Void knew how he could say. He'd heard somewhere, or he read it in Daud's actions. Taken a wild guess or simply sensed it on the wind. However he'd discerned it, the man was right.
"I've got no way of disappearing in Dunwall. They know my face, my name. Here, I'm nothing. And the best place for a criminal to get lost is a city of crime." It was more than he'd typically have said, but knowing Zsasz, it was best not to withhold information or play it coy. Daud would rather have come to Gotham, established a home for himself, and dealt with this sort of business far down the line. But there was no use fighting against what was happening, and maybe it wouldn't end too poorly.