It doesn't singe. It turns red hot, then white hot under his glare, and then it's just a smoldering pile of blackish metal. It doesn't singe the carpet, however. That would be impolite.
"Learned that one from an old friend," he says. His fingers are trembling a little with effort. Recently, it's the effort of keeping it all in.
"You're very good at this," he says, between deep breaths. "No hysterics. No lies. Wonder why."
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Date: 2008-11-18 04:49 am (UTC)"Learned that one from an old friend," he says. His fingers are trembling a little with effort. Recently, it's the effort of keeping it all in.
"You're very good at this," he says, between deep breaths. "No hysterics. No lies. Wonder why."