[Glancing around at the room, he seems to have gotten off lightly in that regard. Depending on which angels he angered.]
Talented, are we?
[It's a gentle tease. She can't really fire off anything more — not when it looks like he wants to disappear into the wall. Fortescue frowns, holding back a sigh.]
Come on. I'll make you some tea. The floor can't be that comfortable.
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Talented, are we?
[It's a gentle tease. She can't really fire off anything more — not when it looks like he wants to disappear into the wall. Fortescue frowns, holding back a sigh.]
Come on. I'll make you some tea. The floor can't be that comfortable.