[ He listens without condescension to a young man less than half his age (he assumes), settles into the mental image that's being laid out for him with words that are equal measures familiar— discipline, support, family— and unfamiliar (he hasn't known domesticity in ages, if ever).
It's a warm picture that Andyr paints, so Venom decides not to ruin it with comparisons. He shifts in his seat, where his bionic twitches to tap one note against the hard surface of the table. ]
Sounds like a lot of work. [ Is his very pragmatic, very short response, but his demeanor is far from cold; the cant of his head is a bit wolfish, like an old canine with his nose turned up towards a scent.
He's listening. Usually, he wouldn't say anything beyond that, but he feels the need to append, since he got Andyr on the subject. ]
—Worthwhile, I'm guessing. [ More of a personal observation than a question. ] Anyone can learn to fight. Applying it for a cause— that's a different story.
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It's a warm picture that Andyr paints, so Venom decides not to ruin it with comparisons. He shifts in his seat, where his bionic twitches to tap one note against the hard surface of the table. ]
Sounds like a lot of work. [ Is his very pragmatic, very short response, but his demeanor is far from cold; the cant of his head is a bit wolfish, like an old canine with his nose turned up towards a scent.
He's listening. Usually, he wouldn't say anything beyond that, but he feels the need to append, since he got Andyr on the subject. ]
—Worthwhile, I'm guessing. [ More of a personal observation than a question. ] Anyone can learn to fight. Applying it for a cause— that's a different story.