[ By puts his hands in his pockets, and doesn't quite look at Richie; he studies, instead, Gregor (sitting, now, at his desk, working quietly on something, looking more like an accountant or a lawyer than the liege-lord of a three-planet empire) and that well-appointed office. But there's a pleased sort of cant to his lips. Spies are not beloved or respected, to be sure; to be given some small piece of approval is...Well. It doesn't matter that much, but it is something of a pleasure.
And so, with a hint more sincerity: ]
I do understand now. Why you didn't tell me about your mad butcher. I'd have thought you mad yourself, I suppose.
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[ By puts his hands in his pockets, and doesn't quite look at Richie; he studies, instead, Gregor (sitting, now, at his desk, working quietly on something, looking more like an accountant or a lawyer than the liege-lord of a three-planet empire) and that well-appointed office. But there's a pleased sort of cant to his lips. Spies are not beloved or respected, to be sure; to be given some small piece of approval is...Well. It doesn't matter that much, but it is something of a pleasure.
And so, with a hint more sincerity: ]
I do understand now. Why you didn't tell me about your mad butcher. I'd have thought you mad yourself, I suppose.