[ As prompt as a student at lesson, and with no sign of distress: ]
What shall I call him, Qetzi'ah?
[ From his apparent composure, not even a twitch of the eyelid when her open hand hit the table, she might be able to deduce he was waiting for something like this. Yet there is also no sense of mockery, at least, not overtly. His gaze is alert, almost avid, as if he really might comically leap to pointless, futile work should she snap her fingers.
Regardless of what she tells him, he'll still call Haran "master" when addressing him. But that much should be expected. ]
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What shall I call him, Qetzi'ah?
[ From his apparent composure, not even a twitch of the eyelid when her open hand hit the table, she might be able to deduce he was waiting for something like this. Yet there is also no sense of mockery, at least, not overtly. His gaze is alert, almost avid, as if he really might comically leap to pointless, futile work should she snap her fingers.
Regardless of what she tells him, he'll still call Haran "master" when addressing him. But that much should be expected. ]