[ When they're seated, Wriothesley crosses his arms, gives Lyney a hard look. It's worse in this proximity and lighting; hardly even looks like a one-on-one. Wriothesley does what he can to temper the irritation building fast within him--wonders who he's even irritated with, Lyney, or the lowlife who actually agreed to knock him around--and finally speaks. ]
You don't look up to much of anything, frankly.
[ It's everything he can do to chase away the thoughts of what transpired last time they were here like this. The meantime has been spent in careful avoidance, both in thought and in person. But now he can't look the other way, can't hole himself up in his office and pretend Lyney belongs to another time and place. ]
Care to tell me what you were doing in the pankration ring?
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You don't look up to much of anything, frankly.
[ It's everything he can do to chase away the thoughts of what transpired last time they were here like this. The meantime has been spent in careful avoidance, both in thought and in person. But now he can't look the other way, can't hole himself up in his office and pretend Lyney belongs to another time and place. ]
Care to tell me what you were doing in the pankration ring?