"Lead on." Lord El-Melloi II had no problem with getting out of the control room. It was a place that set his teeth on edge for no particular reason that could be articulated. All Lord El-Melloi II knew was that he did not care for it and would much rather be free of the place.
Trailing behind Roman at an appreciable half-step, Lord El-Melloi II listened carefully to the doctor's response. The statement about only expecting a minor order seemed true enough, but not entirely. There had to be an inkling, no mater how remote the possibility. But that was not a statement and an argument worth pursuing, and the way Roman held eye contact was far, far more concerning.
"Roman," he said, the sternness in his voice giving way to something that put years on El-Melloi II. It wasn't exhausted, but it had the quiet I've seen some shit tone. "You know my reputation at Clock Tower is that I can identify an individual's skill set and then bring it to it's greatest strength, right?"
He brought it up to make a point, but Lord El-Melloi II wanted to see if Roman would get to it first.
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Trailing behind Roman at an appreciable half-step, Lord El-Melloi II listened carefully to the doctor's response. The statement about only expecting a minor order seemed true enough, but not entirely. There had to be an inkling, no mater how remote the possibility. But that was not a statement and an argument worth pursuing, and the way Roman held eye contact was far, far more concerning.
"Roman," he said, the sternness in his voice giving way to something that put years on El-Melloi II. It wasn't exhausted, but it had the quiet I've seen some shit tone. "You know my reputation at Clock Tower is that I can identify an individual's skill set and then bring it to it's greatest strength, right?"
He brought it up to make a point, but Lord El-Melloi II wanted to see if Roman would get to it first.