[If he's uneasy in the purely mechanical elevator there's nothing in his posture or countenance to suggest it, save perhaps a slight flicker of his eyes to watch the LED read-out of the numbers. He folds his hands in front of him and when the doors slide open he gestures her out first, entirely cognizant at how the system of lifts and pulleys shifts with even the nominal displacement of her weight.
He, too, would prefer more private quarters than this. Years of living aboard the Walrus spoiled him far beyond the days of sharing bunk and berth with his fellow sailors. There is a part of him that longs for the privacy of the Hamilton estate, but was it for the privacy or the company that he yearned?
(The answer is easy enough. He knows it, it needs not be thought distinctly.)
He sits when she gestures, resting both wrists lightly against the edge of the table and his hands laced again upon it.]
I could be persuaded to sample your cuisine.
[Not a man that speaks in absolutes unless he's pushed to it, Flint.]
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He, too, would prefer more private quarters than this. Years of living aboard the Walrus spoiled him far beyond the days of sharing bunk and berth with his fellow sailors. There is a part of him that longs for the privacy of the Hamilton estate, but was it for the privacy or the company that he yearned?
(The answer is easy enough. He knows it, it needs not be thought distinctly.)
He sits when she gestures, resting both wrists lightly against the edge of the table and his hands laced again upon it.]
I could be persuaded to sample your cuisine.
[Not a man that speaks in absolutes unless he's pushed to it, Flint.]