[ Iona leaves, and the table pitches into awkward silence. Not awkward on Claude's end (he revels in the dead air, drinks it in), but awkward in principle. His eyes are pinpoint daggers, waiting to dig into Dom's secrets.
He's not happy.
Somehow he's the one to eventually speak up first, tongue barbed and words clipped. ]
What, pray tell, are you going to be taking responsibility for?
[ Do enlighten him, because he's going to be Mad. ]
no subject
He's not happy.
Somehow he's the one to eventually speak up first, tongue barbed and words clipped. ]
What, pray tell, are you going to be taking responsibility for?
[ Do enlighten him, because he's going to be Mad. ]