[Bold of Hector to made demands of his own and expect to negotiate. But not surprising at all. He doesn't resent him for it.
Isaac looks him up and down, coolly, weighing the offer long enough to make it seem as though he has another option to fall back on. But there is nothing better. His choices are either having something or nothing at all; and as hard as it can be to bend, to expose himself as vulnerable and deeply needy, saying no this time is harder still. So he finally spreads his hands, like he's smugly baiting an enemy into attacking him, and not actually inviting someone into his personal space. It feels the same, somehow, either way.]
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Isaac looks him up and down, coolly, weighing the offer long enough to make it seem as though he has another option to fall back on. But there is nothing better. His choices are either having something or nothing at all; and as hard as it can be to bend, to expose himself as vulnerable and deeply needy, saying no this time is harder still. So he finally spreads his hands, like he's smugly baiting an enemy into attacking him, and not actually inviting someone into his personal space. It feels the same, somehow, either way.]
I submit. [Comes his wry answer.]