[ His eyes slide back to Haran, obedient, at the unspoken snap of the fingers, but he doesn't try to add to this particular tangent of the conversation immediately. All conversation takes a bit of work, especially embittered layers of polite contempt and political maneuvering. Despite their respective natures, it feels like they're all too young to grasp it with the finesse this setting practically calls for. Brandon drinks instead, though perhaps whatever's in his cup is no more trustworthy than the meat.
Staying silent will likely make Haran (more) petulant, however, on account of not being entertained, so he ventures some comment, politely easing off the subject. ]
Is it only by preference that you receive so few guests, Master Morrison? Guests who stay alive a while, anyway.
[ He is utterly sanguine about the clarification. Tell him all about any potential plans to open up a bed and breakfast in the heart of a monstrous woods, because surely it's only preference, and not wariness of who might come along with grasping, greedy hands. Just like Brandon, but less polite, and more powerful. ]
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Staying silent will likely make Haran (more) petulant, however, on account of not being entertained, so he ventures some comment, politely easing off the subject. ]
Is it only by preference that you receive so few guests, Master Morrison? Guests who stay alive a while, anyway.
[ He is utterly sanguine about the clarification. Tell him all about any potential plans to open up a bed and breakfast in the heart of a monstrous woods, because surely it's only preference, and not wariness of who might come along with grasping, greedy hands. Just like Brandon, but less polite, and more powerful. ]