There's a kind of pleasure in this that's specific to a very particular kind of predator—the mongoose who chooses to wrestles snakes, the dog who chases wolves, or maybe thirty men stuffed into a single mast sailing boat looking to claw up the side of a merchant cargo ship. How dangerous the prospect; how doable. It sparks a rare kind of enthusiasm so visible in Flint that it naturally begs the question, How fucking dull must he find his other work?
Indeed there's a split second where it seems as if he means to linger there in Julius' company in an effort to find some further point to turn over for the simple satisfaction of it. The moment he thinks better of it and resolves otherwise is just as blatantly written as that sly good humor has been.
"Should anything else occur to you while arranging it, include some note."
Good talk, says his curt nod. Flint moves to dismiss himself promptly thereafter.
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Indeed there's a split second where it seems as if he means to linger there in Julius' company in an effort to find some further point to turn over for the simple satisfaction of it. The moment he thinks better of it and resolves otherwise is just as blatantly written as that sly good humor has been.
"Should anything else occur to you while arranging it, include some note."
Good talk, says his curt nod. Flint moves to dismiss himself promptly thereafter.