He didn't look up, staring at the floor. He was wrinkling his suit and he knew that, so he shifted, straightening his shoulders, his gaze on the wall before him.
"He was with Valentine. He tried to poison me with a toast to you. I am faster than he can imagine," he said, words formal and clipped.
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Date: 2016-06-03 04:02 am (UTC)"He was with Valentine. He tried to poison me with a toast to you. I am faster than he can imagine," he said, words formal and clipped.