... Stark had overheard their conversation. It had been spectacularly bad place to have that conversation, and in retrospect it should had been had elsewhere. But to bring it up here and now, so soon after spouting off about gratitude--to presume that Stark had a right to intervene in their private affairs simply because he happened to be in the right place at the right time--he claimed it wasn't any of his business, but by raising the issue at all Stark implied responsibility.
Solomon had gone very still and his expression slid smoothly into an impassivity. Not the sort that was a mask; the sort belonging to a man who could kill and not regret it. The sort belonging to a man who could very easily set his emotions aside and do what had to be done.
It was a pity he couldn't simply kill the idiot, but it was too impractical; Solomon would have to find a non-magical means and Stark would only come back. The Foreigner community was too small to expect to get away with it. (And Raine would be disappointed in him, besides.)
"You are a foolish little boy," Solomon said quietly, "who doesn't understand the merit of keeping one's mouth shut. No wonder Malicant got to you so easily. You are nothing but talk. Do you understand, little boy, that perhaps I simply don't care about you? You're either a minor amusement or a minor inconvenience. Your gratitude is meaningless. Your assumptions are asinine. The sheer magnitude of your idiocy would be amusing were you not currently throwing it in my way."
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Solomon had gone very still and his expression slid smoothly into an impassivity. Not the sort that was a mask; the sort belonging to a man who could kill and not regret it. The sort belonging to a man who could very easily set his emotions aside and do what had to be done.
It was a pity he couldn't simply kill the idiot, but it was too impractical; Solomon would have to find a non-magical means and Stark would only come back. The Foreigner community was too small to expect to get away with it. (And Raine would be disappointed in him, besides.)
"You are a foolish little boy," Solomon said quietly, "who doesn't understand the merit of keeping one's mouth shut. No wonder Malicant got to you so easily. You are nothing but talk. Do you understand, little boy, that perhaps I simply don't care about you? You're either a minor amusement or a minor inconvenience. Your gratitude is meaningless. Your assumptions are asinine. The sheer magnitude of your idiocy would be amusing were you not currently throwing it in my way."