"I relate more than I'll ever admit, even to you." He hissed out softly, tongue knicking itself on his teeth as he bit back too much of a retort.
He was cold. He was calculating. He was cold. He was calculating. An assassin did not need attachment or care. And yet. . .
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"He amuses me. I've learned much. That is all." He was quick to respond, brushing past the fact that he DID in fact spend time with the scholar. A poor attempt to counter her statement and make himself seem nonchalant. . .
His hand raised a book while the other searched through the notes.
"Is it this one? I'm certain it is. . . No, no this is one of the Dolls." He sighed and placed it down, fingers tapping the desk impatiently . . .
