[He is unbothered by her less than courtly manner, and in truth the directness is preferred. Is that odd for a king? Barnabas doesn't know, nor is it relevant at present, thus he lets the thought slip to the abyss as he arms himself with the gun. He looks it over, deciding how it might be designed to be held.]
How queer.
[His voice is soft, nearly a whisper, while he examines the piece. He finds the lever to pump the gun, and does so. Then he notices the trigger, letting his finger rest over it before gently pressing on itβhe feels the slight give, and that gives him pause.
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[He is unbothered by her less than courtly manner, and in truth the directness is preferred. Is that odd for a king? Barnabas doesn't know, nor is it relevant at present, thus he lets the thought slip to the abyss as he arms himself with the gun. He looks it over, deciding how it might be designed to be held.]
How queer.
[His voice is soft, nearly a whisper, while he examines the piece. He finds the lever to pump the gun, and does so. Then he notices the trigger, letting his finger rest over it before gently pressing on itβhe feels the slight give, and that gives him pause.
He looks to Cece.]
Care to demonstrate?