[ In a blink, he goes from repose to knife's edge. The brisk movement of his hand draws her eye, instinct preparing her for the absurd threat of a weapon drawn. No one has arrived here armed. She has encountered no one in possession of a blade to draw. But he did not arrive with the others, and he is so quick to bar her approach that a suspicion of violence hardly seems out of place.
By his own hand does he offer the book forward, and she takes it with a glint of her own eyes, from his hand to his face, not yet withdrawing from where she has stepped. By the look on his face, she would be tempted to believe he thinks little of anything that is transpiring. The reaction of his body is more telling, unattached as it seems to be to the expression presented for her benefit. ]
You want me to steal a pot of tea for you? [ A rather harmless favor, considering all the treacheries that many favors entail, and she flips through the book's tidy pages as she considers. ] I have no use for your eye. How else might you be willing to pay?
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By his own hand does he offer the book forward, and she takes it with a glint of her own eyes, from his hand to his face, not yet withdrawing from where she has stepped. By the look on his face, she would be tempted to believe he thinks little of anything that is transpiring. The reaction of his body is more telling, unattached as it seems to be to the expression presented for her benefit. ]
You want me to steal a pot of tea for you? [ A rather harmless favor, considering all the treacheries that many favors entail, and she flips through the book's tidy pages as she considers. ] I have no use for your eye. How else might you be willing to pay?