He swallows the snarl that, for two pins, he'd share with every Okumura he could find. "I think you and I both know that depends on who means to expose it." After all, just how much does she know about him? About the private ironies that are strictly for himself and Loki? About just how close to his heart his constant dance with the truth is?
"And you're wrong. I do have a reason. It may be too late for my secrets, and I'm not offering you an alliance, but—I also don't need more enemies here." Like that piece of shit soiling Ren's name, the one who now brightens so many of his thoughts about the 20th. The thought lets a little of that snarl escape.
"And I'm afraid your father was still a complete idiot. Just, by the sounds of it, one too close to—" and he nods around at the splended décor, that sadly is not hanging in rags—"someone else we could name." Far be it from him to not go off on rants at the drop of a hat.
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"And you're wrong. I do have a reason. It may be too late for my secrets, and I'm not offering you an alliance, but—I also don't need more enemies here." Like that piece of shit soiling Ren's name, the one who now brightens so many of his thoughts about the 20th. The thought lets a little of that snarl escape.
"And I'm afraid your father was still a complete idiot. Just, by the sounds of it, one too close to—" and he nods around at the splended décor, that sadly is not hanging in rags—"someone else we could name." Far be it from him to not go off on rants at the drop of a hat.