Mycroft slowly raises one eyebrow at Heller's inquiry.
The man's voice is quiet and has a pleasant quality, its tone considered (with just a touch of amusement). It sounds at home in the library—unlike the voices of most of these other strangers, the ones Mycroft's ears are constantly telling him should not be here / silence I need silence / too much too many.
Heller's expression, too, draws Mycroft in, and combined with the curious text on the table and their previous interaction, he's moved to respond in favor of Heller's proposal. There's no need for things to be hurried, though, and there is always room for caution.
Mycroft's face remains in a pleasant mask, but wit and challenge wind their way into his words as he speaks. Their presence isn't overstated, but Heller will hear it if he listens.
"I should think that depends upon the indulgence."
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The man's voice is quiet and has a pleasant quality, its tone considered (with just a touch of amusement). It sounds at home in the library—unlike the voices of most of these other strangers, the ones Mycroft's ears are constantly telling him should not be here / silence I need silence / too much too many.
Heller's expression, too, draws Mycroft in, and combined with the curious text on the table and their previous interaction, he's moved to respond in favor of Heller's proposal. There's no need for things to be hurried, though, and there is always room for caution.
Mycroft's face remains in a pleasant mask, but wit and challenge wind their way into his words as he speaks. Their presence isn't overstated, but Heller will hear it if he listens.
"I should think that depends upon the indulgence."