For several seconds, Connor doesn't move at all. Gaze fixed, head still at the same slight angle, expression void of even the slightest humanizing twitch. Then?
He smiles back.
Lips raised. Teeth flashing. Eyes glittering with sharp and unmistakable dislike. "I'm afraid your disinterest is entirely mutual." The words are calm, tone pleasant enough, but the stare lingers as he takes a step to the side, slowly lowering to the edge of the seat. The reason for Stark's change in presentation is entirely unknown, but hostility is difficult to miss.
But fortunately simple to return. Connor tilts his head again, calm and inquiring.
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For several seconds, Connor doesn't move at all. Gaze fixed, head still at the same slight angle, expression void of even the slightest humanizing twitch. Then?
He smiles back.
Lips raised. Teeth flashing. Eyes glittering with sharp and unmistakable dislike. "I'm afraid your disinterest is entirely mutual." The words are calm, tone pleasant enough, but the stare lingers as he takes a step to the side, slowly lowering to the edge of the seat. The reason for Stark's change in presentation is entirely unknown, but hostility is difficult to miss.
But fortunately simple to return. Connor tilts his head again, calm and inquiring.