[ If there's anything surprising about the idea that Haran wants to gloat, it's only that anybody bothered to say it out loud. From what Brandon can tell, that gets to the heart of it, of the layered yet simplistic desires of the demonling. Not only the greed or the satiation of it, but the celebration of his own dubious accomplishments; not only the violence or its bloody achievements, but Haran's sense of victory and mastery once achieved.
Brandon makes a polite gesture of lead on, which Tavor was presumably going to do anyway, and retrieves a flashlight from his coat pocket. It's perfectly mundane in its components, with only wards for stability and solidity to keep it working in the face of supernatural interference. He keeps the light low, playing over the freshly-hooked-fish movements of Tavor's tail. His interest is brief and scientific, with barely a tinge of ironic macabre, and then he pays more attention to the ground, which might be uneven or strewn with, for example, bones, which always make for annoying footing. ]
All Haran's cousins are so obliging.
[ His bland, pithy comment is not particularly loaded, as it could be from the little idiot Tavor thinks him to be, apart from the fact that either of them could straightforwardly add all two of them. ]
Is there anything you might like in return for your generosity, Tavor?
[ He has to ask. Maybe the answer will be interesting, if almost certainly not anything he can use for actual gift-giving. ]
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Brandon makes a polite gesture of lead on, which Tavor was presumably going to do anyway, and retrieves a flashlight from his coat pocket. It's perfectly mundane in its components, with only wards for stability and solidity to keep it working in the face of supernatural interference. He keeps the light low, playing over the freshly-hooked-fish movements of Tavor's tail. His interest is brief and scientific, with barely a tinge of ironic macabre, and then he pays more attention to the ground, which might be uneven or strewn with, for example, bones, which always make for annoying footing. ]
All Haran's cousins are so obliging.
[ His bland, pithy comment is not particularly loaded, as it could be from the little idiot Tavor thinks him to be, apart from the fact that either of them could straightforwardly add all two of them. ]
Is there anything you might like in return for your generosity, Tavor?
[ He has to ask. Maybe the answer will be interesting, if almost certainly not anything he can use for actual gift-giving. ]