liars and lovers combine tonight, we're gonna make a scene
"Leave it to me," Neron murmurs, wisely saying nothing more on the subject and giving her knee a gentle squeeze. He would keep tabs on the ex-general, his comings and goings, his conversations where possible. Discretion is a given, but he'll be careful to treat this one as a personal task - the discussion will never leave the Warden's office in the Council Hall.
Morgan is never one to soften her words, and it's something that the Hailstorm appreciates and likes about her most. A cat-like smile tugs at his lips, Neron giving a somewhat self-deprecating shrug at her points. "Touche," he murmurs. "And I like to think that in the time since my stepping down from being Warden, I have done enough for the Citadel to prove that my intentions aren't nefarious." Mostly, anyway.
Nodding in agreement, he doesn't really have anything to add or object to in her reasoning, his smile softening at he looks back up at her. "Then that's what we'll do," he decides, rising to his feet and tucking his hands back in his pockets. "I suppose if nothing else, Deimos and his terrible decisions at least gave us one good thing."
Morgan is never one to soften her words, and it's something that the Hailstorm appreciates and likes about her most. A cat-like smile tugs at his lips, Neron giving a somewhat self-deprecating shrug at her points. "Touche," he murmurs. "And I like to think that in the time since my stepping down from being Warden, I have done enough for the Citadel to prove that my intentions aren't nefarious." Mostly, anyway.
Nodding in agreement, he doesn't really have anything to add or object to in her reasoning, his smile softening at he looks back up at her. "Then that's what we'll do," he decides, rising to his feet and tucking his hands back in his pockets. "I suppose if nothing else, Deimos and his terrible decisions at least gave us one good thing."
Neron
