Otabek, truly, had been handpicked for this. For someone as sought after as Yuri, it was wise to find someone capable to guard Yuri. It would not only take someone who was able to deal with outside threats, but also someone capable of dealing with Yuri himself. Otabek had led his life rather unphased in dealing with individuals. His unaffected state made him an ideal man for this job, even if he didn't like it.
They knew that if they needed someone to not end up making a mistake, they would call him. Otabek was dependable. And he'd seem dependable for as little or long as needed when dealing with Yuri.
Until he found the perfect time to rid himself of him. He preferred sooner, but knew that it wouldn't necessarily be possible.
He dropped his hand when the offer to shake Yuri's was rejected. His eyes and body not flinching once when the other spoke to him. It wasn't an unfamiliar question, if he was being honest. He'd have to earn trust, and trust was hard to come by when you shared the particular company Yuri did - at least in Otabek's experience. He didn't really trust anyone.
Without a second thought, his eyes fell on the knife for a single moment, before moving to look Yuri in the eye. They were dark, piercing. He wasn't bothered by the fierceness of Yuri's own.
"Yes," he answered easily. Though he knew, really, if Yuri had asked him of it and meant it, he'd just as easily take the knife to the young man's throat. Then, a few words followed his answer. "A dead guard is of little use to you, though."
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They knew that if they needed someone to not end up making a mistake, they would call him. Otabek was dependable. And he'd seem dependable for as little or long as needed when dealing with Yuri.
Until he found the perfect time to rid himself of him. He preferred sooner, but knew that it wouldn't necessarily be possible.
He dropped his hand when the offer to shake Yuri's was rejected. His eyes and body not flinching once when the other spoke to him. It wasn't an unfamiliar question, if he was being honest. He'd have to earn trust, and trust was hard to come by when you shared the particular company Yuri did - at least in Otabek's experience. He didn't really trust anyone.
Without a second thought, his eyes fell on the knife for a single moment, before moving to look Yuri in the eye. They were dark, piercing. He wasn't bothered by the fierceness of Yuri's own.
"Yes," he answered easily. Though he knew, really, if Yuri had asked him of it and meant it, he'd just as easily take the knife to the young man's throat. Then, a few words followed his answer. "A dead guard is of little use to you, though."