Straightening, he takes a sip from his mug-- something about her, something about encountering people from home always has him setting his shoulders a certain way, tipping his chin up, looking down his nose. It's a sort of armor that only being from a very old and wealthy family can supply, not that it's done him much good in recent years.
"What I make of you," Benedict says in a quiet drawl that threatens to seethe, "is that-- if you're who you say you are-- you've been hard at work poisoning my homeland, fucking up its politics and spreading the contagion every which way. And now you're here. For some reason. Maybe he got tired of you." He nods down at the cup.
they were born to be best friends
Straightening, he takes a sip from his mug-- something about her, something about encountering people from home always has him setting his shoulders a certain way, tipping his chin up, looking down his nose. It's a sort of armor that only being from a very old and wealthy family can supply, not that it's done him much good in recent years.
"What I make of you," Benedict says in a quiet drawl that threatens to seethe, "is that-- if you're who you say you are-- you've been hard at work poisoning my homeland, fucking up its politics and spreading the contagion every which way. And now you're here. For some reason. Maybe he got tired of you." He nods down at the cup.
"And it's coffee."