[ His Victorian sensibilities tend to mitigate fastidious motions like adjusting his tie, or brushing his shoulders, or anything to that nature. However, for some reason, his normal restraint just doesn't win out, and he fidgets, before tugging at the tie with a small, frustrated sighe. ]
Now, I ask you this, my dear, where shall we start? [ And then he considers for a moment, lighting on a thought. ]
Ah, perhaps... I should first see if we shall be relying on your power, hm?
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Now, I ask you this, my dear, where shall we start? [ And then he considers for a moment, lighting on a thought. ]
Ah, perhaps... I should first see if we shall be relying on your power, hm?