'Yes,' said Laurent, staring helplessly back at Damen, then, 'Yes,' at the sound of Nicaise's voice. It was impossible to imagine that he would not be roused by all the noise, yet Laurent had hoped to delay this, for all their sakes.
'Come in, Damen,' he said, turning back to Nicaise. His gaze dropped briefly to the pen in Nicaise's hand, gripped tight beneath the bandages that wrapped his forearm. 'Darrow has neither slaves nor pets,' he said, searching for calm, 'And there will be no need to write anything.' He settled the bag on the table and pulled out a chair for Nicaise, extending his hand for the pen. His next question was pitched for all.
'I hope I may trust everyone with forks and knives?'
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Date: 2017-01-26 06:51 pm (UTC)'Come in, Damen,' he said, turning back to Nicaise. His gaze dropped briefly to the pen in Nicaise's hand, gripped tight beneath the bandages that wrapped his forearm. 'Darrow has neither slaves nor pets,' he said, searching for calm, 'And there will be no need to write anything.' He settled the bag on the table and pulled out a chair for Nicaise, extending his hand for the pen. His next question was pitched for all.
'I hope I may trust everyone with forks and knives?'