Quietly, Lord El-Melloi II considered DaVinci's response. It's easy to understand why Roman is embarrassed by it, as it comes off as treating him as someone incapable of looking after the affairs of Chaldea, but there's a more generous way of approaching it too and that's the point that he pursues. "If she hadn't, you'd likely be suffocating under the weight of this place." He paused, eyes flicking back to the computer. "And Marie would see less of you, and then where would we be?"
No where good, that's the answer. Or as bad as London, and Lord El-Melloi II sighed heavily at Roman's apology. It was still on his mind, London. Impossible for it not to be. Just as it was impossible to not be thinking of seeing Iskandar again. Unconsciously, he fiddled with his coat, one of the symbols of fidelity he wore in Iskandar's honor.
"Yes, that might work," he said softly, a funny expression crossing his face. "The idiot stole a copy when he was first summoned to Fuyuki, you know. From the library."
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No where good, that's the answer. Or as bad as London, and Lord El-Melloi II sighed heavily at Roman's apology. It was still on his mind, London. Impossible for it not to be. Just as it was impossible to not be thinking of seeing Iskandar again. Unconsciously, he fiddled with his coat, one of the symbols of fidelity he wore in Iskandar's honor.
"Yes, that might work," he said softly, a funny expression crossing his face. "The idiot stole a copy when he was first summoned to Fuyuki, you know. From the library."