Dorian lets out an affected sigh, shaking his head. "Maker save me from the Herald's good intentions."
He turns a little, then, casting an absent look at the Bull as the other man shifts his weight – or, at the very least, a layman might characterize it as an absent look. A more observant person would take it for what it is: an attempt to drawn in as many details as possible without seeming too obvious.
Only a complete idiot would fail to realize that the Bull absolutely shouldn't be standing on his still-healing leg, but by Dorian's estimation, it's less a matter of forcing the Bull into following good sense and more a matter of calculating how long to allow the charade to continue.
A few minutes more, is what he decides. Perhaps once their orders of hearty, rustic stew and tepid ale have arrived, Dorian can convince the Bull to adjourn to one of the tables.
"More realistically," Dorian says, once his decision is made, "Evelyn is all too happy to put this nasty business behind us. She's a remarkable person, but she doesn't have much of a stomach for the thought of any member of her inner circle passing. Better to assume I've come away unscathed than..."
He pauses before airily waving a hand.
"Than the alternative, of course. Such an idealist, that woman. For someone who murders as many people as she does, she really has no tolerance for talks of death."
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He turns a little, then, casting an absent look at the Bull as the other man shifts his weight – or, at the very least, a layman might characterize it as an absent look. A more observant person would take it for what it is: an attempt to drawn in as many details as possible without seeming too obvious.
Only a complete idiot would fail to realize that the Bull absolutely shouldn't be standing on his still-healing leg, but by Dorian's estimation, it's less a matter of forcing the Bull into following good sense and more a matter of calculating how long to allow the charade to continue.
A few minutes more, is what he decides. Perhaps once their orders of hearty, rustic stew and tepid ale have arrived, Dorian can convince the Bull to adjourn to one of the tables.
"More realistically," Dorian says, once his decision is made, "Evelyn is all too happy to put this nasty business behind us. She's a remarkable person, but she doesn't have much of a stomach for the thought of any member of her inner circle passing. Better to assume I've come away unscathed than..."
He pauses before airily waving a hand.
"Than the alternative, of course. Such an idealist, that woman. For someone who murders as many people as she does, she really has no tolerance for talks of death."