Zechs returned the smile; polite, politic, and mostly artificial. A sign he was in better sorts, if he could act so well. Such was his usual demeanor. Few who dealt with him upon his own world saw past his arrogant mask. Almost amused, he offered, "French curses are of my father's aristocrats, German curses are from my grandmother's genuine tempers, and Russian curses are merely cathartic to say."
He took the glass, and eyed Hakuba carefully, with a military commander's eyes. Perhaps the boy was used to such things, but that did not mean he should remain awake for much longer. Yet he inclined his head respectfully. "As am I, yet I had fallen asleep far easier than I am used to." Zechs blamed this upon his own failings, however, so quickly changed the subject.
"Do Bloody Marys not usually have vodka in them?"
He eyed the glass suspiciously, then drank a little from it. He only asked because he was curious. Of course, he had already taken the aspirin. Zechs cared little about his liver, truth be told.
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He took the glass, and eyed Hakuba carefully, with a military commander's eyes. Perhaps the boy was used to such things, but that did not mean he should remain awake for much longer. Yet he inclined his head respectfully. "As am I, yet I had fallen asleep far easier than I am used to." Zechs blamed this upon his own failings, however, so quickly changed the subject.
"Do Bloody Marys not usually have vodka in them?"
He eyed the glass suspiciously, then drank a little from it. He only asked because he was curious. Of course, he had already taken the aspirin. Zechs cared little about his liver, truth be told.