[ He looks at her, this woman who'd shown up under an assumed name and immediately gone about infiltrating the ranks of the opposition, and raises an eyebrow. Good-natured. Then he sits, smoothing the grass with a hand and keeping that thought more or less to himself. ]
I'm old-fashioned. [ William says to her question, deadpan. The words spun out into a slow drawl. After a few seconds he relents, raising his eyes to hers. His gaze is direct, probing. ] I try not to do anything important over the network.
It's about Blanky. [ He shrugs a shoulder—even that isn't casual. ] What's he like?
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I'm old-fashioned. [ William says to her question, deadpan. The words spun out into a slow drawl. After a few seconds he relents, raising his eyes to hers. His gaze is direct, probing. ] I try not to do anything important over the network.
It's about Blanky. [ He shrugs a shoulder—even that isn't casual. ] What's he like?