[ Perhaps he's grasping at loose straws, distracted and irritated and yet also intrigued by what Tavor tells him, yet something in the description gets to him. The flowers. She brings them into the house. She brought them into the kitchen when they first met. He's wondered since then why she comes into the house at all, other than sheer bloody-mindedness, the rejection of Haran as master of the house that belongs to her family.
Brandon keeps his eyes on Petre the way one might converse while watching a stream. Tavor didn't really answer his question, but he won't nag about it. ]
What does she do out there, in the flowers.
[ It really is mercenary interest, of course, it's only the thoughtfulness of the question that might make it sound like anything else, such as, god forbid, even vaguely romantic. ]
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Brandon keeps his eyes on Petre the way one might converse while watching a stream. Tavor didn't really answer his question, but he won't nag about it. ]
What does she do out there, in the flowers.
[ It really is mercenary interest, of course, it's only the thoughtfulness of the question that might make it sound like anything else, such as, god forbid, even vaguely romantic. ]