Edmund looks much less put-out by Ienzo's name-dropping of patrons and grants than curious, eager for any of the little personal tidbits that his new acquaintance has guarded so carefully until now. "How fortunate for you," he comments smoothly, nodding in sympathetic approval. "You must have been very glad to have procured such a generous and well-situated guardian. Such things can go awry so easily."
He's just dying to ask more, but doesn't want to shut down the fount of confession that the slightly inebriated Ienzo has become, and so instead he samples more from his own phial, hoping to encourage a camaraderie of continued effusive inebriation.
He wasn't sure at all what he was doing, putting his hand on Ienzo's thigh and even leaving it there when his companionable pat there was well completed, but it seemed churlish to pull back once he was in for a penny, and so Edmund goes in for the full pound. "You are a fine scholar in your own right," he comments, an absent path traced by his thumb along the course of a thigh. "You need not depend on their prowess to make a name for yourself?"
A contemplative hmph. "Am I?" His not-so-coy toyings had not fallen on deaf ears, it seemed. Edmund did not bother to blush for it. "Damn, and I was going for subtle there." His sly tone implies he's poking as much fun at himself as anyone. Oh, how fun it would be if Ienzo was in on the joke of all his pseudo-Grecian Narnian exploits! Perhaps someday, if his companion proves a very reliable sort...
But for now, it seemed their connection was still suspect to suspicion, from what Edmund was not certain at all. Nonplussed, he blinks at the suddenly on-guard boy beside him, who resembled nothing so much as a grey little cat with its hackles up. "Easy," he replies, much as he would have soothed a castle Puss so, a hand raised and extended (thumb and palm carefully wrapped around the glass), the other still rubbing a smooth path across one leg. "Nobody said anything, to me or anyone I've heard. You have no cause to worry about that."
Even as he reassured, his mind was spinning with new implications. Illegal activity not just overlooked but even sponsored by a trustee of the college? How...interesting. Edmund leans confidentially against Ienzo's side. "Even if something odd were to come out, I would hardly trust the information spread by the rest of them. You're clearly not responsible for any of their work. If you're even carrying any of it out anymore. That was the only thing I was worried about, coming here, you know?" He chances a peek between sips. "That was before I knew you came here on the regular, of course."
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Date: 2017-01-29 05:12 am (UTC)He's just dying to ask more, but doesn't want to shut down the fount of confession that the slightly inebriated Ienzo has become, and so instead he samples more from his own phial, hoping to encourage a camaraderie of continued effusive inebriation.
He wasn't sure at all what he was doing, putting his hand on Ienzo's thigh and even leaving it there when his companionable pat there was well completed, but it seemed churlish to pull back once he was in for a penny, and so Edmund goes in for the full pound. "You are a fine scholar in your own right," he comments, an absent path traced by his thumb along the course of a thigh. "You need not depend on their prowess to make a name for yourself?"
A contemplative hmph. "Am I?" His not-so-coy toyings had not fallen on deaf ears, it seemed. Edmund did not bother to blush for it. "Damn, and I was going for subtle there." His sly tone implies he's poking as much fun at himself as anyone. Oh, how fun it would be if Ienzo was in on the joke of all his pseudo-Grecian Narnian exploits! Perhaps someday, if his companion proves a very reliable sort...
But for now, it seemed their connection was still suspect to suspicion, from what Edmund was not certain at all. Nonplussed, he blinks at the suddenly on-guard boy beside him, who resembled nothing so much as a grey little cat with its hackles up. "Easy," he replies, much as he would have soothed a castle Puss so, a hand raised and extended (thumb and palm carefully wrapped around the glass), the other still rubbing a smooth path across one leg. "Nobody said anything, to me or anyone I've heard. You have no cause to worry about that."
Even as he reassured, his mind was spinning with new implications. Illegal activity not just overlooked but even sponsored by a trustee of the college? How...interesting. Edmund leans confidentially against Ienzo's side. "Even if something odd were to come out, I would hardly trust the information spread by the rest of them. You're clearly not responsible for any of their work. If you're even carrying any of it out anymore. That was the only thing I was worried about, coming here, you know?" He chances a peek between sips. "That was before I knew you came here on the regular, of course."