[ Matt watches Silco's fingers skim the desk's surface. He likes to watch people's hands. Tezcatlipoca's fingers maneuvering a cigarette; Amos in his workshop, transmuting disparate parts into a whole; Gregór mixing drinks as if following a melody that only he can hear. He's noticed Silco's gloved fingers feinting towards his pockets, and guessed some weeks past that he's got a weapon in there. Silco doesn't need to carry weapons, but what is he if not the definition of "overkill"? ]
--Oh. [ Matt blinks up at him. Smiles. ] You, I guess. Is there somebody else in here?
[ Actually, now that he says that, Matt's gaze flicks to the corners of Silco's office. His awareness of spells and auras isn't passively much better than a baseline human's, but he figures he might be able to detect discrepancies in how objects are behaving.
Everything seems normal, though. He looks back to Silco. ]
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--Oh. [ Matt blinks up at him. Smiles. ] You, I guess. Is there somebody else in here?
[ Actually, now that he says that, Matt's gaze flicks to the corners of Silco's office. His awareness of spells and auras isn't passively much better than a baseline human's, but he figures he might be able to detect discrepancies in how objects are behaving.
Everything seems normal, though. He looks back to Silco. ]