When he interrupts Cade's task, Martel's voice is - pleasant. It has a depth to it that suits him; he speaks like someone who was taught to do so in a particular way, to turn one more part of his not inconsiderably handsome charms to best effect. In another life, he sang for the knights' choir, and his voice has the smooth richness of a well-tuned and skillfully played instrument.
There is no obvious threat in him, calmly affable enough, but he doesn't go out of his way to downplay height and breadth of himself; he doesn't go out of his way to make it easier to be comfortable in his company, his dark eyes glittering above the faint smile in a way that it doesn't touch.
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When he interrupts Cade's task, Martel's voice is - pleasant. It has a depth to it that suits him; he speaks like someone who was taught to do so in a particular way, to turn one more part of his not inconsiderably handsome charms to best effect. In another life, he sang for the knights' choir, and his voice has the smooth richness of a well-tuned and skillfully played instrument.
There is no obvious threat in him, calmly affable enough, but he doesn't go out of his way to downplay height and breadth of himself; he doesn't go out of his way to make it easier to be comfortable in his company, his dark eyes glittering above the faint smile in a way that it doesn't touch.