[He stares at her for a long moment, and then he nods.]
I believe you. Just checking.
[He conducts himself was as much grace as one can when you're being thrown into holding to wait your own execution. He resists the cold (shut it off, shut it down, body's only transport) and turns his gaze to the room, absorbing information.
Dryly, after a minute or two:]
Though you've gotten plenty of blood and death without it.
no subject
I believe you. Just checking.
[He conducts himself was as much grace as one can when you're being thrown into holding to wait your own execution. He resists the cold (shut it off, shut it down, body's only transport) and turns his gaze to the room, absorbing information.
Dryly, after a minute or two:]
Though you've gotten plenty of blood and death without it.