And his interest had been piqued. James flits over to dear Sebastian's side at the table, hand propped against the back of his chair while he surveys the mass of paperwork. He plucks some of them up and rifles through, already familiar with what they entail. His intrigue over the matter is suddenly over-shadowed by a very somber light. James grows serious and starts taking the problem as it should have been initially - as a threat.
"No."
A new player perhaps? His mind went through the list of enemies he'd gathered over the years. But how many of those knew he had Sebastian? None who would risk their own livelihoods.
"They don't want you to know they're looking. They want me to know." Something about that infuriated James.
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And his interest had been piqued. James flits over to dear Sebastian's side at the table, hand propped against the back of his chair while he surveys the mass of paperwork. He plucks some of them up and rifles through, already familiar with what they entail. His intrigue over the matter is suddenly over-shadowed by a very somber light. James grows serious and starts taking the problem as it should have been initially - as a threat.
"No."
A new player perhaps? His mind went through the list of enemies he'd gathered over the years. But how many of those knew he had Sebastian? None who would risk their own livelihoods.
"They don't want you to know they're looking. They want me to know."
Something about that infuriated James.