[He catches the catlike curl of Cardan's lips, the...penetrative looks he casts him, and guesses at his thoughts. Nikolai supposes he has supplied him with a decent collection of compromising images to linger over at his leisure. In return, he can only smile cordially.]
Do you know a Matt Jamison? Pretty to look at, calls himself a witch.
[Which he says not in a patronizing "that's nice dear" sort of way, but in a careful way that comes from the stigmatization of the word in his world. Another sip of tea.]
Listens well.
[He does feel a slight compunctious pang for peeling open a glimpse into Matt's private life alongside his own, but...such is the toll of retaining Cardan's good graces. Besides, it's hard to imagine Matt begrudging him a bit of friendly gossip.]
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Do you know a Matt Jamison? Pretty to look at, calls himself a witch.
[Which he says not in a patronizing "that's nice dear" sort of way, but in a careful way that comes from the stigmatization of the word in his world. Another sip of tea.]
Listens well.
[He does feel a slight compunctious pang for peeling open a glimpse into Matt's private life alongside his own, but...such is the toll of retaining Cardan's good graces. Besides, it's hard to imagine Matt begrudging him a bit of friendly gossip.]