You know, there was probably a reason thirteen-year-olds were expected to do more back then than now, Dexter reflected. He'd forgotten how easily adaptable kids actually were. It was kind of amazing, actually. "Sure," he said with a grin, tucking away his phone. Then he changed his mind and took it out again. "Wait a tick, we need mood music for this."
Solomon almost turned to glance behind him at the sudden blare of Eye of the Tiger, but then changed his mind and shook his head with a sigh instead.
"I haven't the faintest," he admitted. "I haven't thought about it." He took a moment to do so, continuing slowly, "He doesn't need to eat, but with the skin he can, so I assume it doesn't need the energy from food, but uses it when it's there."
The moments of silence Paddy had needed before consciously deciding to say nothing had left Solomon feeling as though there was another elephant in the room. Fortunately, Paddy was the one person with whom Solomon didn't mind talking about elephants, although he felt as though, at some point, he was going to cross the line in terms of how much help he could ask.
Either way, it wasn't until Paddy had led him properly inside the house and into the kitchen that Solomon chose to say anything. He took the seat Paddy offered and said abruptly, "I apologise if I unnerved you." The ex-Necromancer paused for a moment. "And on behalf of Dexter's gift. Sorcerers as a society are not usually so incapable of keeping secrets, I promise you."
Solomon had never actually offered help to someone in anything other than sarcastic or disparaging terms. He wasn't quite sure how to do it now in a way Paddy deserved. The man had been constantly thrown in the deep end; surely some recompense had been earned by now.
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Solomon almost turned to glance behind him at the sudden blare of Eye of the Tiger, but then changed his mind and shook his head with a sigh instead.
"I haven't the faintest," he admitted. "I haven't thought about it." He took a moment to do so, continuing slowly, "He doesn't need to eat, but with the skin he can, so I assume it doesn't need the energy from food, but uses it when it's there."
The moments of silence Paddy had needed before consciously deciding to say nothing had left Solomon feeling as though there was another elephant in the room. Fortunately, Paddy was the one person with whom Solomon didn't mind talking about elephants, although he felt as though, at some point, he was going to cross the line in terms of how much help he could ask.
Either way, it wasn't until Paddy had led him properly inside the house and into the kitchen that Solomon chose to say anything. He took the seat Paddy offered and said abruptly, "I apologise if I unnerved you." The ex-Necromancer paused for a moment. "And on behalf of Dexter's gift. Sorcerers as a society are not usually so incapable of keeping secrets, I promise you."
Solomon had never actually offered help to someone in anything other than sarcastic or disparaging terms. He wasn't quite sure how to do it now in a way Paddy deserved. The man had been constantly thrown in the deep end; surely some recompense had been earned by now.