[He rises to his feet, smooth and slow, then looks up into the other man's face (he's all of 5'7 okay). Arches a brow, wryly. Tries to ascertain whether that's a deliberate dog joke he's making, before deciding it probably isn't-- he's seen Rhys around, of course, the team isn't that big, but it's not as though they know each other on any kind of personal level.
Still--]
Woof.
[It comes as wry as his expression, but then he's shrugging his shoulders. Smiles briefly.]
no subject
Still--]
Woof.
[It comes as wry as his expression, but then he's shrugging his shoulders. Smiles briefly.]
I suppose it depends on what you mean by tricks.