[ Bastien's cheerful sideways smile at Valentine—that is why he must be the valet, that reaction right there—is smothered promptly by Wysteria's despair. He will hate them? He? Hate???
It would be great foolish arrogance to take this as a challenge without even meeting the man to understand why and what for.
But once ushered past the charming green door and greeted by the blustery old woman, while taking only a very normal-looking level of distractible interest in the details of the foyer and Wysteria's familiarity with its occupant and theoretical possession of a key, Bastien does not commit to gentleman gamblers (or gentleman gambler and valet) after all. ] Hangers-on, [ he supplies, rather, with the least smirky little smile in his arsenal. It's even a little timid—amused by his own answer, but unsure whether he ought to be. Not a smile here to cause trouble. ]
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It would be great foolish arrogance to take this as a challenge without even meeting the man to understand why and what for.
But once ushered past the charming green door and greeted by the blustery old woman, while taking only a very normal-looking level of distractible interest in the details of the foyer and Wysteria's familiarity with its occupant and theoretical possession of a key, Bastien does not commit to gentleman gamblers (or gentleman gambler and valet) after all. ] Hangers-on, [ he supplies, rather, with the least smirky little smile in his arsenal. It's even a little timid—amused by his own answer, but unsure whether he ought to be. Not a smile here to cause trouble. ]