[ Well, there could be other reasons Tavor bothered to warn him. Brandon chooses to take it as his due. He's obviously not won Tavor over — who even knows what that would be or look like — but it's an accomplishment open to his interpretation, so naturally, he willfully interprets it in his favor.
Not that he shows it. He only lowers his gaze in acknowledgment, pretending to be interested in watching Petre tear into the meat. ]
I don't think he's stupid.
[ It's more like he's almost naive, blooded and bred on the incestuous power intrigues of the Morrison clan without having had much need to consider the rest of the world.
The equivalent opposite is true for Brandon, though. Yet he thinks he's doing as well as he can, so far. He tosses his messenger back into the air to fetch more meat. Now that it knows the way, it can return on its own, when Brandon bids it.
Which will not be often. Petre is not tamable. Something interesting might yet come of him, at least. ]
Any further advice, Tavor? [ His gaze finally slides that way, narrow, demure. ] Or is it time for me to stop bothering you.
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Not that he shows it. He only lowers his gaze in acknowledgment, pretending to be interested in watching Petre tear into the meat. ]
I don't think he's stupid.
[ It's more like he's almost naive, blooded and bred on the incestuous power intrigues of the Morrison clan without having had much need to consider the rest of the world.
The equivalent opposite is true for Brandon, though. Yet he thinks he's doing as well as he can, so far. He tosses his messenger back into the air to fetch more meat. Now that it knows the way, it can return on its own, when Brandon bids it.
Which will not be often. Petre is not tamable. Something interesting might yet come of him, at least. ]
Any further advice, Tavor? [ His gaze finally slides that way, narrow, demure. ] Or is it time for me to stop bothering you.