Sir Malcolm sets down his glass with such care that it's obvious just how much frustration and pique is being contained within his form. He stalks his way around the desk, his gaze sizing up Vanessa in a manner eerily similar to the way he would regard his prey during hunts during his travels.
"Your life is only endangered if you continue to take foolish risks with it," he nearly snaps. Although what he would make of her demise is the darkest of mysteries. Part of him knows it would rid him of a burden and a weakness he's been carrying too long. The rest of him cannot imagine existence without her, as contentious as that existence might be.
"And what inadvisable behavior would that have been, hmm?"
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Sir Malcolm sets down his glass with such care that it's obvious just how much frustration and pique is being contained within his form. He stalks his way around the desk, his gaze sizing up Vanessa in a manner eerily similar to the way he would regard his prey during hunts during his travels.
"Your life is only endangered if you continue to take foolish risks with it," he nearly snaps. Although what he would make of her demise is the darkest of mysteries. Part of him knows it would rid him of a burden and a weakness he's been carrying too long. The rest of him cannot imagine existence without her, as contentious as that existence might be.
"And what inadvisable behavior would that have been, hmm?"