There was the briefest change on Pike's face, as if something Spock said confirmed something in his mind. One hand slowly rose, and Pike grasped the tip of the black leather glove at the middle finger in sharp, white teeth. His eyes did not waver a moment from Spock's.
He gave a quick, rough tug in a motion of jerking his head to pull back the leather. It pulled off slightly, bunching, and he stripped it off using his other hand. It was dropped almost casually to the side, but not out of range.
The second was pulled off in nearly the same fashion, but this time, held up between them. It hung there before it was dropped to the floor.
A clear challenge, delivered as easily as if he had stood up and used it to slap Spock across the face.
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Date: 2009-07-25 05:14 pm (UTC)He gave a quick, rough tug in a motion of jerking his head to pull back the leather. It pulled off slightly, bunching, and he stripped it off using his other hand. It was dropped almost casually to the side, but not out of range.
The second was pulled off in nearly the same fashion, but this time, held up between them. It hung there before it was dropped to the floor.
A clear challenge, delivered as easily as if he had stood up and used it to slap Spock across the face.