[Matoba has a good little chuckle at that. Perhaps Kimmuriel-san was the type that liked to surround himself with things he found 'troublesome'...? For him to have ended up in the Alliance with them all, the truth was clear, wasn't it.]
[His eye draws towards the drow with interest in the offer, but the wheels are already turning in his head with what the recompense will be for accepting.] That would be a useful subject to know. Hum. [He draws a big slurp in through his straw, going in circles to try and guess the other shoe before it drops.] I am more interested in them for antidote and identification purposes than for use. I have a great many methods already at my disposal for that sort of thing-- [Murder, he means], but I am more likely to need to mitigate the risk, I suppose.
[All this musing and he's watching Kimmuriel struggle with his straw. Ah. Matoba supposes it's not very straightforward when you're faced with the boba lid for the first time, is it? He thinks to help, but that would probably injure his pride; best to just watch him puzzle it out.]
[Kthunk. There it goes- the face with which Kimmuriel stirs up the tapioca pearls is one of mistrust, Matoba thinks, and it makes him smile. Just a little, a curl at the corner of his mouth.] ...Well, what do you think? Are you going to try them? [He slurps at his own drink again.]
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[His eye draws towards the drow with interest in the offer, but the wheels are already turning in his head with what the recompense will be for accepting.] That would be a useful subject to know. Hum. [He draws a big slurp in through his straw, going in circles to try and guess the other shoe before it drops.] I am more interested in them for antidote and identification purposes than for use. I have a great many methods already at my disposal for that sort of thing-- [Murder, he means], but I am more likely to need to mitigate the risk, I suppose.
[All this musing and he's watching Kimmuriel struggle with his straw. Ah. Matoba supposes it's not very straightforward when you're faced with the boba lid for the first time, is it? He thinks to help, but that would probably injure his pride; best to just watch him puzzle it out.]
[Kthunk. There it goes- the face with which Kimmuriel stirs up the tapioca pearls is one of mistrust, Matoba thinks, and it makes him smile. Just a little, a curl at the corner of his mouth.] ...Well, what do you think? Are you going to try them? [He slurps at his own drink again.]