His eyes draw down to slits as he regards her. The thumb thing, really. Shouldn't being working as well as it is, he thinks. A languid smile ghosts over his lips.
Comfortable in his own space, he moves back into the kitchen.
"And it would give you time to ask impertinent questions. Beer?"
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Date: 2009-04-27 01:31 am (UTC)Comfortable in his own space, he moves back into the kitchen.
"And it would give you time to ask impertinent questions. Beer?"