[ Harvish just keeps on with frowning. The human body presents very little joy to a man like Harvish; it's too soft, too easily quashed even under a non-affecting hand. There are no secrets in it that he hasn't pulled out by its roots in his fifteen years of active service to the court; flesh is malleable, bones are breakable, and blood above all is—
He shakes his head, just once, a clipped action. No time for thoughts like that here. ]
Teeth. And then I'll consider thinking about that juvenile offer of yours.
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He shakes his head, just once, a clipped action. No time for thoughts like that here. ]
Teeth. And then I'll consider thinking about that juvenile offer of yours.