[Spoken as his thumb rounds the softened corner of the cover and lifts it carefully open, turns the first page—or two, or three—in search of any inscription.]
That is, unless you'd rather watch me sleep.
[A soft sigh of material as he lets the slim block of pages slip past his thumb, dips his head to scent what wafts forth. A random selection, then, running his hand down the page to no line in particular for a sample of the text while the commander picks whatever drink he will.
Murmuring,]
I wish you'd given me leave to practise this beforehand. [Looking up when Flint's body draws near again,] Ah, thank you.
[Having now received it, with deliberate avoidance of fingers, naturally he must immediately (and quietly) smell the cup he's given.]
no subject
[Spoken as his thumb rounds the softened corner of the cover and lifts it carefully open, turns the first page—or two, or three—in search of any inscription.]
That is, unless you'd rather watch me sleep.
[A soft sigh of material as he lets the slim block of pages slip past his thumb, dips his head to scent what wafts forth. A random selection, then, running his hand down the page to no line in particular for a sample of the text while the commander picks whatever drink he will.
Murmuring,]
I wish you'd given me leave to practise this beforehand. [Looking up when Flint's body draws near again,] Ah, thank you.
[Having now received it, with deliberate avoidance of fingers, naturally he must immediately (and quietly) smell the cup he's given.]