Nor is anything of yours, euphemism or not, welcome to dig into me. [He returns affably enough, though none of the mirth reaches his eyes as he gazes back steadily. The corners of his mouth, curled up, tighten slightly.
He doesn’t care where about the room they end up whirling and drifting in rhythm, but he does sense a shift in attention from him as they pull away from the centre of the dance floor. It comes as little surprise - but what Eugene says next is something he couldn’t have anticipated. There it is, the little lie. Only more wearisome hearing it a second time.]
Is he now? [He drawls blandly, cocking his head.] ...Fond. [The word is repeated, dripping with skepticism as he tests it under his breath and then decides he doesn’t like it much.]
How nice.
[Pulling in a quick breath, he summons something close to a vaguely polite interest.] …Mnyes, I imagine he has amassed quite the collection of curious personalities to surround and amuse himself with... with no small amount of blind faith placed in the goodness within all.
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He doesn’t care where about the room they end up whirling and drifting in rhythm, but he does sense a shift in attention from him as they pull away from the centre of the dance floor. It comes as little surprise - but what Eugene says next is something he couldn’t have anticipated. There it is, the little lie. Only more wearisome hearing it a second time.]
Is he now? [He drawls blandly, cocking his head.] ...Fond. [The word is repeated, dripping with skepticism as he tests it under his breath and then decides he doesn’t like it much.]
How nice.
[Pulling in a quick breath, he summons something close to a vaguely polite interest.] …Mnyes, I imagine he has amassed quite the collection of curious personalities to surround and amuse himself with... with no small amount of blind faith placed in the goodness within all.