[He asks himself whether Malkuth is unconsciously comparing him with his predecessor in her mind - which gets answered very directly by her follow-up. Huh. He feels like he's getting some vague picture of the woman in his own mind the more he interacts with Malkuth. She sounds like someone practically cut from the same cloth as him. What sins did she bear? Did she suffer the weight of them like he did?]
[He sighs, rubbing over his neck as he brushes up against his earring, before letting his hand fall back to his own lap.]
It takes a lot to get me like that. Good metabolism or whatever. Besides, you know me, already. I wouldn't have it written on my forehead or anything like that.
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[He asks himself whether Malkuth is unconsciously comparing him with his predecessor in her mind - which gets answered very directly by her follow-up. Huh. He feels like he's getting some vague picture of the woman in his own mind the more he interacts with Malkuth. She sounds like someone practically cut from the same cloth as him. What sins did she bear? Did she suffer the weight of them like he did?]
[He sighs, rubbing over his neck as he brushes up against his earring, before letting his hand fall back to his own lap.]
It takes a lot to get me like that. Good metabolism or whatever. Besides, you know me, already. I wouldn't have it written on my forehead or anything like that.
[He pauses, glancing at the dancing couples.]
Do you sing yourself, Miss Weiss...?