[ His smile broadens. Maybe Byerly is only trying to make him happy—but knowing he’s happy makes By happy, he said before, so Bastien’s not going to hide that he’s succeeded. ]
Not that we need to make a production out of it.
[ He’s still him. Private, careful, nervous about giving strangers diagrams illustrating where to best twist a knife.
He nudges Byerly’s thigh with his free foot. ]
Right? And if we need to impress someone stuffy I can be the most professional acquaintance you have ever had.
no subject
[ His smile broadens. Maybe Byerly is only trying to make him happy—but knowing he’s happy makes By happy, he said before, so Bastien’s not going to hide that he’s succeeded. ]
Not that we need to make a production out of it.
[ He’s still him. Private, careful, nervous about giving strangers diagrams illustrating where to best twist a knife.
He nudges Byerly’s thigh with his free foot. ]
Right? And if we need to impress someone stuffy I can be the most professional acquaintance you have ever had.