[Paolo speaks so quickly he very nearly interrupts Jindosh, smile faltering. The click is indeed annoying, bringing attention to a headache he'd been trying to fight off all afternoon. Of course, the solution is to pass it on to his visitor—at least, that must be what he's trying to do, with the new subject of conversation.]
Interview for the last Duke, you know, the one I came after because nobody else would right. You were supposed to uh... be working with Sokolov to lower the cost of production by... eighty to ninety percent? And you were talking about... beetles. How are they, Kirin? The shiny green shells? Because it seems to me that there aren't enough shells for you to—
[He leans forward, reaching to knock on the wood of the machine's arm. His expression is flat, mirthless.]
—cover your cost. Is that why you're coming to a man of my station? Or are you just here to take what's yours and get out of my office, because that'd make my day a whole lot easier. Little shits like you only leech, come and here and judge because I don't lace up all pretty to fit in that fat shit's clothes. I don't have time. [He opens the fist, to pat his chest with the back of his hand, then leave the weight there.] Even with your clockworks.
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[Paolo speaks so quickly he very nearly interrupts Jindosh, smile faltering. The click is indeed annoying, bringing attention to a headache he'd been trying to fight off all afternoon. Of course, the solution is to pass it on to his visitor—at least, that must be what he's trying to do, with the new subject of conversation.]
Interview for the last Duke, you know, the one I came after because nobody else would right. You were supposed to uh... be working with Sokolov to lower the cost of production by... eighty to ninety percent? And you were talking about... beetles. How are they, Kirin? The shiny green shells? Because it seems to me that there aren't enough shells for you to—
[He leans forward, reaching to knock on the wood of the machine's arm. His expression is flat, mirthless.]
—cover your cost. Is that why you're coming to a man of my station? Or are you just here to take what's yours and get out of my office, because that'd make my day a whole lot easier. Little shits like you only leech, come and here and judge because I don't lace up all pretty to fit in that fat shit's clothes. I don't have time. [He opens the fist, to pat his chest with the back of his hand, then leave the weight there.] Even with your clockworks.