[ He doesn't move closer. The jumping and squeaking probably have little to nothing to do with his Circle robes or the staff peeking over his shoulder, but it's still jumping and squeaking--and blushing--so he stays where he is, towering over her from a slightly-more-than-conversational distance with both hands safely on his books.
But he looks a little entertained, anyway. ]
They're quiet at night. If we blocked the windows during the day we might be able to confuse them. [ The Spymaster would never allow it. ] Or they might go mad.
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[ He doesn't move closer. The jumping and squeaking probably have little to nothing to do with his Circle robes or the staff peeking over his shoulder, but it's still jumping and squeaking--and blushing--so he stays where he is, towering over her from a slightly-more-than-conversational distance with both hands safely on his books.
But he looks a little entertained, anyway. ]
They're quiet at night. If we blocked the windows during the day we might be able to confuse them. [ The Spymaster would never allow it. ] Or they might go mad.