[His smile only falters slightly in the wake of her rejoinder, and then they're approaching her building, his gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar architecture that shares very little resemblance with any of the styles he's come across during his travels until now, and its another small unwelcome reminder of the alien nature of this place. His gaze returns to her though, when she asks her question, his expression growing more contemplative by degrees as he finally unwinds his arm from about her shoulders.]
I...oh. Perhaps the stairs.
[He imagines it'll be quite different, won't necessarily bring to mind darker memories so recently awoken in him, but regardless. Perhaps best to avoid it. It makes him think though, of what he's discovered, of the plan he'd come up with in the wake of it, of his impending appointment with the gallows. Finally, with some mild trepidation, it occurs to him to ask.]
Which reminds me, tangentially, um.
[He runs a restless hand back through his hair, which only has the effect of causing the curls to tumble back down across his eyepatch again.]
All that stuff about the different books...you said the last thing you recall is the night of the masquerade? Do you know how it turned out? My execution. It's a funny sort of question to have to ask, isn't it?
[And he laughs dryly, regrets not waiting until he already had a drink in his hand to inquire.]
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[His smile only falters slightly in the wake of her rejoinder, and then they're approaching her building, his gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar architecture that shares very little resemblance with any of the styles he's come across during his travels until now, and its another small unwelcome reminder of the alien nature of this place. His gaze returns to her though, when she asks her question, his expression growing more contemplative by degrees as he finally unwinds his arm from about her shoulders.]
I...oh. Perhaps the stairs.
[He imagines it'll be quite different, won't necessarily bring to mind darker memories so recently awoken in him, but regardless. Perhaps best to avoid it. It makes him think though, of what he's discovered, of the plan he'd come up with in the wake of it, of his impending appointment with the gallows. Finally, with some mild trepidation, it occurs to him to ask.]
Which reminds me, tangentially, um.
[He runs a restless hand back through his hair, which only has the effect of causing the curls to tumble back down across his eyepatch again.]
All that stuff about the different books...you said the last thing you recall is the night of the masquerade? Do you know how it turned out? My execution. It's a funny sort of question to have to ask, isn't it?
[And he laughs dryly, regrets not waiting until he already had a drink in his hand to inquire.]