Re: Shiloh & Kit: the B&B sitting room
With all that said, Shiloh was not deliberately attempting to get a reaction from Kit, nor did he seek to get a rise from him. He straddled the chair now, idly resting his arms on the back, and any ruffled feathers that occurred were a pleasing happenstance. When he spoke of Kit's dress, it was merely observational. He realized he was not the gallant, polite and charming man who would never tell someone they looked atrocious, and he made no attempt to be that person. He had little patience for social niceties, despite Mother's endless crusade to made him a socially decent human being.
"I would come here in my pajamas if I so desired," he assured Kit, and so he would. He would do it with panache, and he would enjoy the eyes of everyone on him. Shiloh did love a spotlight, be it good or bad lighting. But he gave Kit a smile here, a deeper cut of scythe to cheek. "You're right, of course, I couldn't give less of a damn what anyone thinks of me." Unless, of course, he was achieving a result for bombastic actions, in which case it was merely a lucky result.
Shiloh's chin was pressing pointed tip to forearm when Kit returned with his coffee. "Do I seem someone who has advice to give?" he asked. Shiloh truly had little interest in offering advice to anyone. His advice could be honest, tainted, or deliberately misleading, and there was no way to know which choice he would make, so it was best not to ask for Shiloh's advice. Instead of pursing the topic, he listened to Kit's response.
He did not trust this man, but he knew he would get no other response than the one given. He also knew he would not trust said response, so there was little point in attempting further. Shiloh was not going to leave town, and he was not going to kill the good doctor, and so they were here, at this B&B, at this impasse. "Well, should you decide justice is a required thing for your conscious or moral sanctity, then I only ask that you give me the requested head-start."