[She smiles a little at that. True enough, whatever processing a puppet of his world is imbued with, it no doubt pales in comparison to real emotion.]
Mmm. Was he good in a fight?
[She pauses with that question and seems to reconsider asking it... then tilts her head a little as she reassess both him and his information. Their conflicting interests, his wariness of the other arriving here, and now this. The pieces fit together in a way that she doesn't quite care for.]
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Mmm. Was he good in a fight?
[She pauses with that question and seems to reconsider asking it... then tilts her head a little as she reassess both him and his information. Their conflicting interests, his wariness of the other arriving here, and now this. The pieces fit together in a way that she doesn't quite care for.]
Did you fight him yourself?