[He's silent for as long as she is, stock still. Normally he isn't an imposing figure. Normally, he makes an effort to be as unremarkable as possible-- charming, helpful, but certainly not threatening. Whatever is in him now suggests there's no need for such a show of innocence. He likes the idea; and unlike most people, feels no guilt for the fact, which makes her command chafe a bit. The borrowed pinions twitch, betraying his restlessness-- not quite mantling like a bird, but nonetheless evidently ill at ease.]
What are they?
[Knowing that they are something foreign-- something that should belong to his colleague, a fact which piques his interest-- does make him feel less out of control. Still-- most people are tempted by power. He's no different in that respect; he's not entirely sure he wants to silence them, so he stalls instead with the question.]
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What are they?
[Knowing that they are something foreign-- something that should belong to his colleague, a fact which piques his interest-- does make him feel less out of control. Still-- most people are tempted by power. He's no different in that respect; he's not entirely sure he wants to silence them, so he stalls instead with the question.]