when you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives
"Oh? Well, the promotion was very much deserved, if you were to ask me," Finn murmurs, inclining his head respectfully to the (new, as it happens) madame. She is the be all and the end all when it comes to the Halenani - Finn has worked this job for long enough to know as much. And whilst Maeve is truly remarkable in comparison to Molly and her way of conducting business, Finn is under no delusions as to the nature of his role and how it might change depending on how sweet he keeps her.
That he is using her old room might be considered either a privilege or a challenge; he prefers to think of it as the former, treating the space with all of the respect it deserves. "Same," he says of his beginnings, and the similar age. "And I can definitely get on board with that. Here is to new beginnings, then." It might be an act, but Finn finds himself genuine in his remarks here.
Nodding, he peers across at the door into the adjoining bathroom, letting out a long sigh and gazing down at himself. "I had better get myself looking more presentable then, don't you agree? I can begin as soon as you like. In the morning if that is agreeable to you."
That he is using her old room might be considered either a privilege or a challenge; he prefers to think of it as the former, treating the space with all of the respect it deserves. "Same," he says of his beginnings, and the similar age. "And I can definitely get on board with that. Here is to new beginnings, then." It might be an act, but Finn finds himself genuine in his remarks here.
Nodding, he peers across at the door into the adjoining bathroom, letting out a long sigh and gazing down at himself. "I had better get myself looking more presentable then, don't you agree? I can begin as soon as you like. In the morning if that is agreeable to you."
Finn?
