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'Colourful bunch' was also a way to put it, that phrasing making Sam smile in turn. The thought of Felix living with him wasn't a bad one (maybe he could mentor Felix the same way Zeph had him, with less biting), though from what he knew of the young man, he wasn't sure it would work out. "Perhaps, but he strikes me as someone that would like to spend a lot of time travelling and exploring...maybe he'd be better with a group of people his own age."
Finding that Felix apparently had spoken well of him made Sam happy; he took a sip of his tea to hide his embarrassed smile. "He's a good student. I've taught a few people to read and write now and he's certainly picking it up quickly. I have...occasionally thought of being a tutor, actually." He'd never voiced it before, always thinking he was too shy for the work, but each time he had tried it had worked out.
"Can I...ask what his father was like?" He asked cautiously, unsure if he was wading into too personal territory. "Felix doesn't mention him too often, but what I have heard makes me curious."
Finding that Felix apparently had spoken well of him made Sam happy; he took a sip of his tea to hide his embarrassed smile. "He's a good student. I've taught a few people to read and write now and he's certainly picking it up quickly. I have...occasionally thought of being a tutor, actually." He'd never voiced it before, always thinking he was too shy for the work, but each time he had tried it had worked out.
"Can I...ask what his father was like?" He asked cautiously, unsure if he was wading into too personal territory. "Felix doesn't mention him too often, but what I have heard makes me curious."
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