"Thirty-five years," Javert elaborated honestly, with that same bleak and tight air with which he named his former profession. "I cannot imagine your schooling exceeds that, unless you donned a cap and took to books in the womb."
A plate of food dropped before his nose, and he could not help but owe a swift glance at whatever-it-was, having never enjoyed a plate of pasta before in his entire 52 year life. It was unlike any of the stews his portress prepared, and he had to wonder with a growing frown if this place was a bit too refined for a man of his station. He might have continued examining it if he was not so fascinated by Carden's skin-deep mood swings.
While the waitress hung around, Carden behaved like he was the life of the party, all smiles and suggestive grins. Very unlike the overtly compassionate and more sensitive creature that spoke frankly to him. It was quite a nice imitation of confidence, one that might have had him convinced of his authenticity if he were not watching so closely.
"Just a schoolboy, indeed," intoned Javert the moment the waitress stepped away. It was half-a-question, ending the phrase with a mild interrogative lilt. "I might have pegged you for an actor, with the way you put on your airs."
Not the neatest diversion, but the less the sting of his police career came up, the better. Javert's gaping wounds were still too fresh to discuss deeply.
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A plate of food dropped before his nose, and he could not help but owe a swift glance at whatever-it-was, having never enjoyed a plate of pasta before in his entire 52 year life. It was unlike any of the stews his portress prepared, and he had to wonder with a growing frown if this place was a bit too refined for a man of his station. He might have continued examining it if he was not so fascinated by Carden's skin-deep mood swings.
While the waitress hung around, Carden behaved like he was the life of the party, all smiles and suggestive grins. Very unlike the overtly compassionate and more sensitive creature that spoke frankly to him. It was quite a nice imitation of confidence, one that might have had him convinced of his authenticity if he were not watching so closely.
"Just a schoolboy, indeed," intoned Javert the moment the waitress stepped away. It was half-a-question, ending the phrase with a mild interrogative lilt. "I might have pegged you for an actor, with the way you put on your airs."
Not the neatest diversion, but the less the sting of his police career came up, the better. Javert's gaping wounds were still too fresh to discuss deeply.