[ He's fairly sure that's a coffee table, not a chair, and yet Lyney is perched on it comfortable as anything. Wriothesley lifts a brow. No joke lessons needed: he's already letting him get away with this in his own office.
Maybe it's because it's such a departure from what his prior mentions of Lynette would usually bring. Before, Lyney wouldn't bother getting smart with him--he'd withdraw, threaten, show his fangs. Now, he's...something, certainly, legs crossed and chin against his hand, but it's not mad. He's made progress with that temper of his. ]
Tempting, but my crowds are better pleased by hard work and three square meals a day.
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Maybe it's because it's such a departure from what his prior mentions of Lynette would usually bring. Before, Lyney wouldn't bother getting smart with him--he'd withdraw, threaten, show his fangs. Now, he's...something, certainly, legs crossed and chin against his hand, but it's not mad. He's made progress with that temper of his. ]
Tempting, but my crowds are better pleased by hard work and three square meals a day.