[ He makes noises of excitement, breathless and wordless when he grabs the chunk of meat and immediately digs into it, the first tasty meal he's had in months.
When he's done, he does manage to mutter more, more. ]
[ 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.
[ Tavor makes a little snerk sound, smiling nastily. ]
I think he's pretty stupid.
[ I mean, just to be fair about where that particular comment came from. But Tavor didn't have to worry about Haran. They lived in different worlds. The only reason they communicate at all is because their mothers were sisters and... that counts for a little bit. ]
Last word of advice magus, there is no way out for you beneath the House.
[ He's not looking anywhere in particular when he says that, so along with Petre, declared interest in monster remains, and undeclared interest in unspecified things, he means Tavor. Obliquely, almost coquettish in a way designed specifically for him: not so much out of genuine personal interest, but because it's clear to Brandon that Tavor stays out of these things, and it's worth trying to keep that channel open. Just to see what might come out of it.
Brandon doesn't push it, though, he only gives Tavor a jaunty nod of farewell, and starts off without any further acknowledgment of Petre, the other undeveloped interest. More meat will be along in a ten or fifteen minutes, when he's long gone. Then none for a few days, then a few scraps, then... a piece of meat spiced with some of those grubs he gave to Haran. Why not see what happens. ]
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When he's done, he does manage to mutter more, more. ]
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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.
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I think he's pretty stupid.
[ I mean, just to be fair about where that particular comment came from. But Tavor didn't have to worry about Haran. They lived in different worlds. The only reason they communicate at all is because their mothers were sisters and... that counts for a little bit. ]
Last word of advice magus, there is no way out for you beneath the House.
[ Don't come back down here. ]
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[ He's not looking anywhere in particular when he says that, so along with Petre, declared interest in monster remains, and undeclared interest in unspecified things, he means Tavor. Obliquely, almost coquettish in a way designed specifically for him: not so much out of genuine personal interest, but because it's clear to Brandon that Tavor stays out of these things, and it's worth trying to keep that channel open. Just to see what might come out of it.
Brandon doesn't push it, though, he only gives Tavor a jaunty nod of farewell, and starts off without any further acknowledgment of Petre, the other undeveloped interest. More meat will be along in a ten or fifteen minutes, when he's long gone. Then none for a few days, then a few scraps, then... a piece of meat spiced with some of those grubs he gave to Haran. Why not see what happens. ]