He's on edge. Edmund wonders just what it is that's got Ienzo so rattled. Perhaps he can poke a bit more and pinpoint the source more precisely.
"Oh, I suppose I should be flattered to have the attention - any other fellow here would be preening like a cock in the barnyard - but really I just wanted to know the why of it. There are all sorts of reasons and not all of them are safe ones." He doesn't need much pretext to feign interest in Ienzo's notes to stay close - he really is curious what sort of things the quiet scholar scrawls to himself - and the brief glimpse reveals a keener mind than the average reviser outlining salient points for exams. A hum of interest is his only observation aloud, and he straightens somewhat when Ienzo does, only so that they might still be face to face, more or less.
Some of the things he reads...not all of them on the prescribed curriculum. A good many of them, in fact, and some that he sneaks in and out of the shelves without checking out. Why, one of them is in his satchel right now. He pulls the flap over poor old Nietzche. Then both eyebrows shoot up in a moment of dumbfounded appreciation for Ienzo's conclusions about him.
"Thanks?" Ienzo has a particular talent for flattering and disparaging in the same breath. "It didn't particularly need to hear that, but I'll take it anyways." Peter was never very hard for anybody to figure out, and he didn't see a need to bother puffing up about it. "For what it's worth, there's not many here worth mulling over, but you've just shot to the top of my list."
Edmund taps the well-worn leather of his satchel with three fingers, considering. "I'd venture yours is a story that fares better over a mug of something bracing down in the village of a night. And if you're not of a mind to give me yours, any story will do."
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"Oh, I suppose I should be flattered to have the attention - any other fellow here would be preening like a cock in the barnyard - but really I just wanted to know the why of it. There are all sorts of reasons and not all of them are safe ones." He doesn't need much pretext to feign interest in Ienzo's notes to stay close - he really is curious what sort of things the quiet scholar scrawls to himself - and the brief glimpse reveals a keener mind than the average reviser outlining salient points for exams. A hum of interest is his only observation aloud, and he straightens somewhat when Ienzo does, only so that they might still be face to face, more or less.
Some of the things he reads...not all of them on the prescribed curriculum. A good many of them, in fact, and some that he sneaks in and out of the shelves without checking out. Why, one of them is in his satchel right now. He pulls the flap over poor old Nietzche. Then both eyebrows shoot up in a moment of dumbfounded appreciation for Ienzo's conclusions about him.
"Thanks?" Ienzo has a particular talent for flattering and disparaging in the same breath. "It didn't particularly need to hear that, but I'll take it anyways." Peter was never very hard for anybody to figure out, and he didn't see a need to bother puffing up about it. "For what it's worth, there's not many here worth mulling over, but you've just shot to the top of my list."
Edmund taps the well-worn leather of his satchel with three fingers, considering. "I'd venture yours is a story that fares better over a mug of something bracing down in the village of a night. And if you're not of a mind to give me yours, any story will do."