[Alois is as bad as ever at hiding his expressions, so for a moment, a queer look crosses his face. It's not easy to identify: it's not disgust—not even distaste—and it's not even disagreeable, really. Hard to parse, but it flickers away while he lowers his eyes, any extra energy receding from his features. He lets out a breath.
When he looks back up, he's halfway smirking, blasé like they're frivolously discussing a total non-issue.]
Well, at least you aren't that naïve. Only mostly.
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When he looks back up, he's halfway smirking, blasé like they're frivolously discussing a total non-issue.]
Well, at least you aren't that naïve. Only mostly.