Nah, he's too busy trying not to cackle to worry about blushing. By the time Rabastan's done with his monologue, Autor has gouged tooth marks into his own knuckles and has to wipe tears away from his eyes.
"So you--really?" he says, trying to get a word in between the wizard's babble and his own muffled giggling. "You don't say."
Poor Elea.
When she makes the point about a lack of table in the room, Autor straightens up. Ah. He sips his tea calmly.
"I think I may have an idea of what happened," he says calmly, shifting his gaze from Elea to the rock-besotted man. "As you know, Rabastan deals with magics different from those on Lunar. I believe this situation is just as he says: he tried something new, and it backfired."
Then he smiles at Elea. "Actually, there was a matter that I wanted to speak with him about in private. I hate to ask that of you, but would you mind granting us some time?"
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Date: 2013-04-05 06:59 pm (UTC)"So you--really?" he says, trying to get a word in between the wizard's babble and his own muffled giggling. "You don't say."
Poor Elea.
When she makes the point about a lack of table in the room, Autor straightens up. Ah. He sips his tea calmly.
"I think I may have an idea of what happened," he says calmly, shifting his gaze from Elea to the rock-besotted man. "As you know, Rabastan deals with magics different from those on Lunar. I believe this situation is just as he says: he tried something new, and it backfired."
Then he smiles at Elea. "Actually, there was a matter that I wanted to speak with him about in private. I hate to ask that of you, but would you mind granting us some time?"