[He's so very chipper when he says that, his face brightening into a smile at Frest's back as he leaves. It's an interesting smile; it's not one of his sharp, manic, dangerous ones, but nor is it very genuine. It's a normal sarcastic smile, or as close as he gets.
It does soften at the very tail, even while Frest is still technically in the room, and by the time the door shuts and Nikolas turns to Winter, it's very nearly sweet. It's certainly a real one.]
He'll have a night of it with Amalia, surely, playing chess or whatever they might get up to. I can't feel too terrible for him being kicked out. Don't dare tell Amalia I said that; she might think I was complimenting her.
[And maybe he was, because his smile doesn't waver when he says it, only quirking with amusement instead.]
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[He's so very chipper when he says that, his face brightening into a smile at Frest's back as he leaves. It's an interesting smile; it's not one of his sharp, manic, dangerous ones, but nor is it very genuine. It's a normal sarcastic smile, or as close as he gets.
It does soften at the very tail, even while Frest is still technically in the room, and by the time the door shuts and Nikolas turns to Winter, it's very nearly sweet. It's certainly a real one.]
He'll have a night of it with Amalia, surely, playing chess or whatever they might get up to. I can't feel too terrible for him being kicked out. Don't dare tell Amalia I said that; she might think I was complimenting her.
[And maybe he was, because his smile doesn't waver when he says it, only quirking with amusement instead.]
Well. Good evening to you, Great Quertis.