[ He huffs at the accusation, no matter how true it may have been. He was frightened. A slow smirk forms on his lips, but it’s a facade. His unblinking stare and the slow, unwilling manner in which he drags his fingers away from his dagger is all too telling.
There was a time when, perhaps, he wouldn’t be shaken by such a thing. He would laugh it off as though it was nothing more than a magician’s trick, but this isn’t Westeros, and there are more than just magician’s tricks at play here. He eyes her strangely, questioningly. ]
How is it done?
[ He may be a bit dumb, but he’s not that dumb. He knows you haven't answered the question, Rose. ]
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[ He huffs at the accusation, no matter how true it may have been. He was frightened. A slow smirk forms on his lips, but it’s a facade. His unblinking stare and the slow, unwilling manner in which he drags his fingers away from his dagger is all too telling.
There was a time when, perhaps, he wouldn’t be shaken by such a thing. He would laugh it off as though it was nothing more than a magician’s trick, but this isn’t Westeros, and there are more than just magician’s tricks at play here. He eyes her strangely, questioningly. ]
How is it done?
[ He may be a bit dumb, but he’s not that dumb. He knows you haven't answered the question, Rose. ]