Lemm turns his head slightly so he can unreadably eye Myla for a second when she laughs. The moment passes and he looks back at the page. That he's pleased does not show on his face.
He's already nodding along with the Knight's words even before he's done reading them out. He doesn't blame them for not wanting to communicate! It sounds difficult.
Whatever invisible thing passes between the Knight and Myla - and he suspects he knows what it is, but it's not for him to address - this and the time the Knight takes to write the next part makes for a decent pause. Lemm demolishes the rest of the pastry, sort of discreetly aimed away from anyone and pretending to be very interested in a far wall.
The next bit is read at the same time as hurriedly dusting crumbs out of his beard. That's the only thing about pastry...
"The Knight hates politicking," he informs Myla after, because if she doesn't know already he's decided she should. "In my professional opinion," he addresses the Knight, now, "if these Godseekers are so intent on you being their God of Gods, your only concern should be getting that to work for you. Tell them they've no business insulting anyone and maybe they'll listen."
He will reiterate: "My professional opinion, mind, being that of a bug who doesn't do people." It's worthless, basically. "Think if I were you I'd just look for a way to spit Godhome into a ditch and wash my hands of it."
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He's already nodding along with the Knight's words even before he's done reading them out. He doesn't blame them for not wanting to communicate! It sounds difficult.
Whatever invisible thing passes between the Knight and Myla - and he suspects he knows what it is, but it's not for him to address - this and the time the Knight takes to write the next part makes for a decent pause. Lemm demolishes the rest of the pastry, sort of discreetly aimed away from anyone and pretending to be very interested in a far wall.
The next bit is read at the same time as hurriedly dusting crumbs out of his beard. That's the only thing about pastry...
"The Knight hates politicking," he informs Myla after, because if she doesn't know already he's decided she should. "In my professional opinion," he addresses the Knight, now, "if these Godseekers are so intent on you being their God of Gods, your only concern should be getting that to work for you. Tell them they've no business insulting anyone and maybe they'll listen."
He will reiterate: "My professional opinion, mind, being that of a bug who doesn't do people." It's worthless, basically. "Think if I were you I'd just look for a way to spit Godhome into a ditch and wash my hands of it."