[Friends who suffered. Leander himself not counted among them, he expects, with no ill feeling about it. This unsubtle approach made quietly civilized—it pleases him.]
Why not ask them? [His glance, the way he turns his head, tips his chin just so, is a little subtler. Purely to see if it lands, whether he can see it landing. (He has no particular designs.)] I mean it as a question, truly. Will they not speak of it?
I've only asked you, [ Marcus says, after another sighed release of smoke. The prod within the question doesn't seem to jab anything very tender.
He is also now watching their path, content to ponder Leander's question -- it is meant, and so he thinks on his answer, content to lapse into some quiet to do so before he eventually says; ]
I don't want my asking to seem a matter of politics. I don't know what yours are, or if it matters to you, all that.
[As if that can be avoided. Everything is politics; everything is art. Leander strolls easily at Rowntree's side, accepting of any pause and likewise unhurried in his speech. An echo of their first assignment, then a pair of strangers walking companionably through the snow, this time well after the kill.]
If you wouldn't mind first indulging me—I'm curious what they say about it.
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Why not ask them? [His glance, the way he turns his head, tips his chin just so, is a little subtler. Purely to see if it lands, whether he can see it landing. (He has no particular designs.)] I mean it as a question, truly. Will they not speak of it?
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He is also now watching their path, content to ponder Leander's question -- it is meant, and so he thinks on his answer, content to lapse into some quiet to do so before he eventually says; ]
I don't want my asking to seem a matter of politics. I don't know what yours are, or if it matters to you, all that.
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[As if that can be avoided. Everything is politics; everything is art. Leander strolls easily at Rowntree's side, accepting of any pause and likewise unhurried in his speech. An echo of their first assignment, then a pair of strangers walking companionably through the snow, this time well after the kill.]
If you wouldn't mind first indulging me—I'm curious what they say about it.