[ hm. he takes the cup, handling the china a little gingerly as he does so as he considers her words. for a few moments, there's nothing; he blows steam off the top of his tea and takes a careful sip, trying to keep it from scalding his mouth.
at last, he sets the cup back down, lifting his glance to meet her eyes, the puzzled frown returning. ]
Before we go any further, I've been-- People throw these words around, pure-blood and the like. Salazar used it, too, and it's one of the stupidest notions I've ever heard. There's no such things as-- as pure blood. I can hardly believe that such a ridiculous idea--
[ he's getting worked up now, so he clears his throat and lifts his tea again to push the passion back down. ]
Apologies. I see what you meant earlier now, though. [ he turns the cup idly in his hands, brows knitting. ] .. I have to ask the obvious question, though.. why stay?
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at last, he sets the cup back down, lifting his glance to meet her eyes, the puzzled frown returning. ]
Before we go any further, I've been-- People throw these words around, pure-blood and the like. Salazar used it, too, and it's one of the stupidest notions I've ever heard. There's no such things as-- as pure blood. I can hardly believe that such a ridiculous idea--
[ he's getting worked up now, so he clears his throat and lifts his tea again to push the passion back down. ]
Apologies. I see what you meant earlier now, though. [ he turns the cup idly in his hands, brows knitting. ] .. I have to ask the obvious question, though.. why stay?