[ Maker, says the rise of Redvers' eyebrows, this asshole. But his curiosity is sufficiently piqued for him to come the rest of the way through the door and close it behind him. Quietly. ]
Go on, then.
[ Before he's fully turned back to face him. When he does, it's with enough insouciance to make up for losing his casual door lean. (For what it's worth, he was much the same with stuffy and/or power-tripping superior officers in the Order—though more often behind their backs than to their faces.) ]
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Go on, then.
[ Before he's fully turned back to face him. When he does, it's with enough insouciance to make up for losing his casual door lean. (For what it's worth, he was much the same with stuffy and/or power-tripping superior officers in the Order—though more often behind their backs than to their faces.) ]