Lasha paused, steepling his fingers and setting them against his chin. The motion was deliberate but relaxed. He felt warm and unconcerned.
All in all, it had been a not half-bad day.
"Perhaps I'll find her a different assignment," he declared, in a rare twinge of magnanimity. "Perhaps I won't terminate her with prejudice."
Ilarion rubbed his cheek vaguely as he considered it. He had never had a glass jaw, but he had thin skin. A punch was nothing, a slap was a rankling insult.
"Or perhaps I'll keep her on, right where she is, in awkward service to a hostile and silent superior."
He smiled faintly, raising his cognac to his lips.
It was beginning to numb his lips and teeth and tongue pleasantly, and blur all his hard edges.
"Options. So many options," he murmured.
He eyed Taras obliquely.
"I suppose that's part of the appeal, isn't it. Of a man."
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Date: 2009-08-13 08:07 am (UTC)All in all, it had been a not half-bad day.
"Perhaps I'll find her a different assignment," he declared, in a rare twinge of magnanimity. "Perhaps I won't terminate her with prejudice."
Ilarion rubbed his cheek vaguely as he considered it. He had never had a glass jaw, but he had thin skin. A punch was nothing, a slap was a rankling insult.
"Or perhaps I'll keep her on, right where she is, in awkward service to a hostile and silent superior."
He smiled faintly, raising his cognac to his lips.
It was beginning to numb his lips and teeth and tongue pleasantly, and blur all his hard edges.
"Options. So many options," he murmured.
He eyed Taras obliquely.
"I suppose that's part of the appeal, isn't it. Of a man."