Re: Quicklog: mal r/hugh m
[Mal didn't strike a terribly strong figure, but an odd one instead. He was narrow but on the tall side, with eyes that seemed almost too dark for his complexion and a mop of brown, curly hair that he probably needed to cut. He wore thin leather gloves and a long-sleeved shirt despite the summer heat. He was uncomfortable, but there was simply no other option. Not yet, anyway.
He hadn't been expecting a dog. The skitter of claws across the floor made his shoulders tense, but he managed a smile.] I am Mal, good morning. [His accent was English and posh to the core. He carried a heavy-looking black duffle bag, and his eyes lingered a little on the dog. He still smiled, but still:] I do, I do, but it might be a little dangerous for her to be running around while I'm doing the wiring. If that's all right.
[He hadn't done a home installation before. It felt strange, but Hugh seemed perfectly polished and nice, not that such things were proof of intention.] Shoes off or on? [The picture of politesse; his mother trained him well.]