Day smiled, grabbing an extra glass and pouring it full. "Glad to see that you're finally coming around." He pushed it towards her, then filled his own and took a sip. "Well, this has been a nice chat, hasn't it? I hope we've both learned something from this."
Zanna watched him closely as he poured the glass and pushed it towards her. She sniffed the drink before taking a sip, just to make sure it wasn't drugged. Especially after his last words, "I hope you aren't planning on fleeing Day."
"Me? Fleeing? I'm a lot of things, but a coward is not one of them." Day turned his glass up, guzzling half of its contents. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and set down the glass. "But I am curious as to how exactly you intend to fulfill your goal. You said you were here to kill me, after all."
Zanna shrugged as she continued to drink the alcohol. She traced her hand over the leather cord of her whip, "There's plenty of ways I can kill you right now. It wouldn't be a nice as I would prefer, but I could get the job done. Though I know plenty of others who want the pleasure of ending your life."
"Oh? What's the nice way that you prefer? I'm curious." Day inquired calmly, looking at her a moment. His eyes followed her hand on the whip, though he appeared unfazed by it. "If you could kill me anyway you wanted, and I was at your total mercy, what would you do?"
"The nice way would be to just shoot you in the head," Zanna responded swirling the drink her hand. Her finger traced the coil of her whip, "But if you were at my total mercy, I would make you suffer every minute as I flayed you bit by bit. So you can feel the pain of all the others you've hurt throughout the war. Of course, you already know how much a strike from a whip can hurt, but have you ever felt one from a person that's been enhanced? Because I can tell you right now it hurts a lot more."
Day frowned slightly, letting out a low grumble. Or maybe he was just trying to stifle an alcohol-induced belch. It was hard to tell. "Mmff. Yes, I'd say you're right. I'd say it does hurt a lot more," he said calmly– though slower than normal. "But have you ever seen a three-strike whip? I've only ever seen a few. Ugly looking things, but they pack a punch. They say the average soldier can only handle three strikes from it before they're crying for mercy, hence the name." He put down his glass, seemingly relaxed– though his gaze did occasionally flicker to the whip on her side.
"I've seen some," Zanna responded. She just assumed he was being affected by the alcohol and saw Dat's eyes occasionally flicker to her whip. At least she knew that she had some type of power over him, "Personally I've always found them too much and get to the point too quickly."
"Mm. That's a good point." Day scratched the stubble lining his jaw, pondering. "You prefer the classic, then? Leather horsewhip?" he inquired, as casually as someone might ask about his friend's favorite clothing brand.
"Yep," Zanna responded taking a long drink from the glass. She kept her eyes on him, "Course I fashion the end of mine with a bit of metal just to make it just that tad bit more effective at it's job."
Day gave a slight nod of approval. "Nice touch." He hesitated for a long moment, looking at her thoughtfully. "For someone so eager to slay me, you've stalled a lot. I'm assuming you intend to take me back to your superiors, considering how difficult it would be for you to kill me here. Am I wrong?"
"No," Zanna muttered in response to him. She finished up her drink and set it down afterward. She had stalled quite a bit, almost too much in fact. The plane had probably taken off already and left her behind in Day's grasp. She didn't know what was worse. That the prior event probably happened or the fact that she was okay with that it probably happened.
"I see." Day licked his lips. "So tell me exactly how you plan to proceed from here. I'm eager to find out." He leaned against the counter, tapping his fingers against the smooth wood. "What kind of foolproof plan did you walk through that door with? Should I be afraid?"
“Quaking in your shoes,” Zanna responded. She didn’t have a plan at the moment. She knew what she had wanted to do but that had gone south the moment it wasn’t Day that met her on the surface. Then she had to give up most of her weapons. So she was improvising at the moment. There was an idea formulating and once she got it all the way through, then she would enact upon it.
"Hm." Day glanced down at his feet and scuffled his boots against the floor. Technically, considering the fake leg he now had, only one of his feet were even real. "Doesn't look like I'm quaking yet. Might want to step up your intimidation level a few notches. Impress me. Terrify me." He waited a few seconds before pulling out a stool from beneath the counter and sitting on it. "I'll be waiting."
Zanna expected nothing less from Absalom Day. She pushed herself off the counter and studied him for a moment. This man really was as insane as the rumors said. She let her whip uncoil it’s length hitting the ground with a thwap. While she was doing this she could think of a plan proper. Her eyes quickly glanced around for any ranged weapon in the room before she looked to Day with a lazy, cold, but fire filled smile, “Terrify you? I don’t think anyone could do that. There’s so few things your afraid of. Though I’ve heard whips might be one of them.”
"Oh, have you now?" Day sounded calm, and he didn't flinch, but his gaze did drop to the whip when it hit the floor, and he eyed it for a moment.
As far as weapons were concerned, the only immediately visible one was his sword, positioned high on the wall as a form of decoration. Though there were surely long ranged weapons in the room, none of them were in plain sight.
But Day's eyes were still on her and the weapon she held. "And you intend to threaten me with that, I presume?" It was hard to tell if he was afraid or not. He didn't look afraid.
Though he did seem to have a hard time keeping his eyes away from the whip anytime she unfurled it.
“Something like that,” Zanna responded flicking the whip so it cracked to attention it’s end mere inches from his face before it fell back to the ground. She didn’t see any of the weapons she wanted but they had to be somewhere in the room. It appeared she was relying on her strength, speed, and whip once more.
Day didn't flinch, didn't even move.
Except for his eyes. They betrayed his otherwise cool countenance when they widened a fraction of an inch and his pupils shrank– dilating back to normal size only when the whip had fallen to the ground.
"I see," he said calmly. His voice didn't quiver, not even a little. If it hadn't been for the flicker of concern in his eyes seconds before, there would've been no way to tell that he even noticed the whip, much less felt intimidated by it.
Zanna, who had been watching him closely, noticed the concern in his eyes. So it seems even Day was afraid of something, something she in fact had. She took a step towards him as she kept her whip close ready to lash out at the ready, "So, are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?"
"Hm. That's a good question." Day scratched his chin. "But, there's nothing easy about me. Or any of this, for that matter. I don't think you know what kind of mistake you're making." He dropped his hands to his sides. "This is not a game. Taking me back to your superiors doesn't end the war."
"It does get rid of a monster," Zanna countered him. She could easily fling her whip around him taking him hostage, but again something stopped her. It didn't stop her in her approach and the fact she was going to pin him before dragging him out of the base, "So this is no mistake I'm making."
Day's expression softened a little. "Does it get rid of one, or does it create one?" He exhaled– a long, drawn out sigh. "I'm not going to run, because I'm no coward. And I'm not in the mood to fight," he said, almost bitterly. "My men could take you, but with your skill level, I'm aware that you would more than likely kill at least one before they were successful. They have families. They have lives. I'm tired of watching them die." He chewed his lip thoughtfully. He wasn't talking like himself, really. Day was generally stubborn, argumentative. He wasn't prone to negotiating. "Swear to me on your honor that no other ex-Reformer agents will be harmed or arrested, and… I will go with you. I don't trust your government nor your superiors, but I would like to hope you have enough dignity to give me your word and keep it. If you don't swear this to me, you won't take me today. Or ever."
"As long as the other Reformer agents don't get in my way, then I swear not to harm them," Zanna responded finding herself confused at his actions. This wasn't the Absalom Day she remembered hearing stories about. Negotiating? That weird just sort of slightly soft look he had? She wondered what caused him to act like this. Maybe he did care for people, his own people of course. She kept her whip out just in case something happened, "You have my word."
Day bit down on his lower lip, his gaze dropping momentarily to the ground. It snapped back up again to meet hers, and he offered a nod of agreement. "Okay. I'll go with you." He paused before adding, "Before you get high and mighty about bringing me in, let it be stated that I agreed to come. You didn't defeat me. I surrendered."