He’s strangely grateful, and somewhat pleased, that Corvo expects this to be a challenge.
Corvo walks like a man who could care less about his surroundings. But the way he stands still is the most telling. Heel off the floor, the majority of his body weight rests on the back foot, rather than the forward. Ready to move at a moment’s notice.
It’s an offensive stance. A challenging one. One that says ‘I’m here for your blood.” Sword pointed on target, torso angled just so to give less target area. Off hand is empty, but not unarmed.
This is a man expecting a fight, not a slaughter.
Daud respects that.
"my baby" i say in regards to someone that is older than me and over half a fuckin foot taller than i am