"Peter," is the first response-come-answer, as the unfamiliarity of the name 'Kirigan' sits with him, although it's soon displaced by the mentions of 'rebel uprising' and 'disposing of (the) Tsar'. There's a flicker of something, then, in his expression — consideration, primarily, with an edge of doubt. "I'd say it's a pleasure," he starts to remark, partly out of politeness and habit, and partly as he tries to decide how to reply to Kirigan with regards to the rest of — all of that. "But given everything..." A beat. "It could probably be worse, though."
Another pause. A sidelong glance.
"Did you say 'dispose of the Tsar'?" He thinks, momentarily, of Kraven before deciding that he very much doesn't want to think of Kraven or his equally crazy, terrifying, hideous, awful family.
(Please, no thank you — though fortunately, this doesn't seem remotely in their wheelhouse, so—.)
"If Don Bluth has taught me anything," is the glib continuation of his question as he shoots Kirigan a look, eyebrows knitting together momentarily. "Is that the last Tsar of — Russia? We are talking about Russia, right? — was killed in the early twentieth century, and maybe there's a daughter named Anastasia running around, memoryless and with a small dog."
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Another pause. A sidelong glance.
"Did you say 'dispose of the Tsar'?" He thinks, momentarily, of Kraven before deciding that he very much doesn't want to think of Kraven or his equally crazy, terrifying, hideous, awful family.
(Please, no thank you — though fortunately, this doesn't seem remotely in their wheelhouse, so—.)
"If Don Bluth has taught me anything," is the glib continuation of his question as he shoots Kirigan a look, eyebrows knitting together momentarily. "Is that the last Tsar of — Russia? We are talking about Russia, right? — was killed in the early twentieth century, and maybe there's a daughter named Anastasia running around, memoryless and with a small dog."