"Of course I will tell her whatever I wish, whenever I wish."
The counter is delivered as a pronouncement, immediate and crisp. But he does not actually mean it. Or rather, he means it thirty percent. Yet it must be said. One does not entertain orders. And now, if he does decide not to tell Wysteria about anything, it will be because he has chosen not to do so.
Abruptly, Val thrusts his hand toward Ellis, expectant of a gentlemen's handshake and not the immediate delivery of these papers. Surely the man is not carrying them on his person.
"I accept the charge of your research. It may be entrusted to me."
And he will, despite everything, take it quite seriously. And look through it. But surely that is to be expected.
No, Ellis is not carrying any of his research on his person.
But still, there is a beat of scrutiny. The prickle of frustration comes and goes, slipping away without finding any purchase. Whatever Ellis needs from this man, he will receive only parts and pieces. What had he expected? Val is Orlesian and he is nobility. There is a gulf between them. (It is not forgotten, the way Val had looked at him.) Ellis doesn't know how to reach across it and draw out the reassurance he needs.
"I'd ask that you tell no one. As a favor to me," is said in the same exact moment as Ellis takes Val's hand. His grip is firm. "I know you've kept her secrets. Please keep mine, until I return."
It is the sort of appeal made without any hope of return. But still, Ellis puts it forth. He knows Val to be capable of this, at least. Wysteria wouldn't have chosen him for their gambit if he were incapable of keeping things to himself.
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The counter is delivered as a pronouncement, immediate and crisp. But he does not actually mean it. Or rather, he means it thirty percent. Yet it must be said. One does not entertain orders. And now, if he does decide not to tell Wysteria about anything, it will be because he has chosen not to do so.
Abruptly, Val thrusts his hand toward Ellis, expectant of a gentlemen's handshake and not the immediate delivery of these papers. Surely the man is not carrying them on his person.
"I accept the charge of your research. It may be entrusted to me."
And he will, despite everything, take it quite seriously. And look through it. But surely that is to be expected.
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But still, there is a beat of scrutiny. The prickle of frustration comes and goes, slipping away without finding any purchase. Whatever Ellis needs from this man, he will receive only parts and pieces. What had he expected? Val is Orlesian and he is nobility. There is a gulf between them. (It is not forgotten, the way Val had looked at him.) Ellis doesn't know how to reach across it and draw out the reassurance he needs.
"I'd ask that you tell no one. As a favor to me," is said in the same exact moment as Ellis takes Val's hand. His grip is firm. "I know you've kept her secrets. Please keep mine, until I return."
It is the sort of appeal made without any hope of return. But still, Ellis puts it forth. He knows Val to be capable of this, at least. Wysteria wouldn't have chosen him for their gambit if he were incapable of keeping things to himself.