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- Posted: Thu, 17 Jan 2013 05:25:56 +0000
Russel nodded confidently, before setting the fragrant, invigourating green bits of dried leaves into the tea kettle compartment. Doing this, he quickly set out a tray of crackers and salami onto the counter, setting it less than a metre from his enigmatic business partner. He parsimoniously scanned the semantics as well as the intonation behind her words, taking context clues from her body language for a few seconds before thinking, 'she seems to be....hesitant to say something.....certainly warrants some caution, but, for the most part, seems to be speaking the truth...' "Does green tea sound good?" the Englishman began, turning to the kettle momentarily to check on the brew's progress, before the bandied, tattooed, penitent dark magician returned to the business at hand. "Fair enough, miss--oh, and my name is Russel. As for yours? Be warned," he added, a small smirk reaching across his dimpled complexion, "I did detect something of....hesitance....in your voice. You are entitled to your privacy, of course, but I'm not fond of duplicity. Again, nothing personal, but as you know, one should never be too trusting." Now, should he accept the offer of gold? Certainly, a man as penniless as him could make use of such a bounty, but then, a man with such a gnawing conscience did feel that he should be doing this out of sheer good will....certainly, too, if he were to do this for free, it might just be recompense for some of his own dubious history....