Havelock watches his relocation with sharp eyes, then sides into an armchair, deliberately casual.
The space might help, he thinks, then inwardly rolls his eyes at the lack of logic involved there and closes his eyes, leaning his head back and ignoring the fact that this exposes his throat.
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Date: 2010-01-21 12:36 am (UTC)From:The space might help, he thinks, then inwardly rolls his eyes at the lack of logic involved there and closes his eyes, leaning his head back and ignoring the fact that this exposes his throat.
It's all about control.