To say he jumps would be an exaggeration, but he certainly straightens like he's been struck by a bolt, walking more rapidly for two or three steps before the surprise fades and he shoots Zevran a look. The parts of his face that are visible are still splotchy, and now mildly betrayed as well, like a dog that doesn't know why--why a treat is being withheld, that's the best analogy here--until Zevran's murmur makes the put-upon set of his mouth loosen.
He goes to the alcove. "I'd say they'll be talking about that for weeks," he says, mostly just to talk, unsure what Zevran plans to do with him and unable to leave a good stretch of silence unmarred, "but under the circumstances..."
They'll probably be talking about the assassination plot.
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Date: 2016-07-12 05:05 am (UTC)Hand on his ass.
Maker's breath.
To say he jumps would be an exaggeration, but he certainly straightens like he's been struck by a bolt, walking more rapidly for two or three steps before the surprise fades and he shoots Zevran a look. The parts of his face that are visible are still splotchy, and now mildly betrayed as well, like a dog that doesn't know why--why a treat is being withheld, that's the best analogy here--until Zevran's murmur makes the put-upon set of his mouth loosen.
He goes to the alcove. "I'd say they'll be talking about that for weeks," he says, mostly just to talk, unsure what Zevran plans to do with him and unable to leave a good stretch of silence unmarred, "but under the circumstances..."
They'll probably be talking about the assassination plot.