"Mr Caffrey," he says, with a slight edge of Polite (Upper Class) Disapproval. "If we are to make any progress as a pairing and graduate me sooner than later, it behooves us both to make sure you have as much information as readily available to you. You have my file. I implore you to make use of it."
The sooner he graduates, the sooner he doesn't have to worry about his feelings and he can go back to protecting Octavia from the lot in life he had being thrust upon her.
The Polite (Upper Class) Disapproval elicits absolutely no reaction. "Stolas, respectfully, this fucked up system is a little more complicated than that, and I want us to be partners in making it work for you. I'm explaining my logic, that's all."
He gets up as the kettle starts to sing. "Cream or sugar?"
His eyes stay on the file, though, his hands with no other purpose toying with the satchel and pulling out the grimoire to trace the sigil on its cover.
"And I've explained mine. I see no reason to limit your information based on my feelings on the matter."
His sour expression comes with an owlish chitter of annoyance under his breath, that makes his neck feathers visibly ruffle behind the high collar of his cloak.
"I am perfectly capable of putting my feelings aside on matters of great enough important, Mr Caffrey. They're not relevant here. We can do what needs to be done."
He glances down at the file again, and scowls. "And that wasn't even what I came here to discuss to begin with - I was looking to negotiate the return of my powers."
"I would like to know what your feelings are before they get put aside."
He bears a tray back, two perfect black pour-overs in thick (oversized in Stolas's case) mugs. "But you're right, there's no rush on that discussion. As for the return of your powers--"
He sets the tray down, nudges it toward Stolas just a little, and sits down to pick up his own coffee.
"--would you be comfortable with my warden device giving me an alert when you use them in a significant way? If you're in trouble I'd like to make sure I'm aware."
He's still perfectly happy (he'll tolerate it if he has to) with Neal reading his file, but if he refuses then he can't exactly argue.
"That would be acceptable," he says with a slight incline of his head as he lifts his mug. "I certainly understand the precaution - I have a number of powers that can be used to cause immediate and direct harm, even if I would have extremely little reason to actually use them here." He wraps both hands around the mug, enjoying the warmth to steady himself. "For example, my true demon form is quite inherently dangerous, and could probably inspire panic in others if they saw it with no prior warning. I can turn people to stone, I could certainly use my powers to teleport people into compromised positions, such as beyond the nets over the side of the ship."
It's all said very calmly and casually - simple ideas off the top of his head, with no threat behind them.
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The sooner he graduates, the sooner he doesn't have to worry about his feelings and he can go back to protecting Octavia from the lot in life he had being thrust upon her.
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He gets up as the kettle starts to sing. "Cream or sugar?"
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His eyes stay on the file, though, his hands with no other purpose toying with the satchel and pulling out the grimoire to trace the sigil on its cover.
"And I've explained mine. I see no reason to limit your information based on my feelings on the matter."
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"I am perfectly capable of putting my feelings aside on matters of great enough important, Mr Caffrey. They're not relevant here. We can do what needs to be done."
He glances down at the file again, and scowls. "And that wasn't even what I came here to discuss to begin with - I was looking to negotiate the return of my powers."
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He bears a tray back, two perfect black pour-overs in thick (oversized in Stolas's case) mugs. "But you're right, there's no rush on that discussion. As for the return of your powers--"
He sets the tray down, nudges it toward Stolas just a little, and sits down to pick up his own coffee.
"--would you be comfortable with my warden device giving me an alert when you use them in a significant way? If you're in trouble I'd like to make sure I'm aware."
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"That would be acceptable," he says with a slight incline of his head as he lifts his mug. "I certainly understand the precaution - I have a number of powers that can be used to cause immediate and direct harm, even if I would have extremely little reason to actually use them here." He wraps both hands around the mug, enjoying the warmth to steady himself. "For example, my true demon form is quite inherently dangerous, and could probably inspire panic in others if they saw it with no prior warning. I can turn people to stone, I could certainly use my powers to teleport people into compromised positions, such as beyond the nets over the side of the ship."
It's all said very calmly and casually - simple ideas off the top of his head, with no threat behind them.