Re: Church: Janus/Mason
Hard to cross-reference Janis' whims. He had other versions too, just like (shall we call him?) Mason did. Yet he wasn't wearing either, and unlike many of his colleagues there were not very many shared mannerisms or verbal ticks that crossed from one form to another. Rather, differences were enhanced.
The snap of a white smile spilled out at the comment about charm, which sounded better in a Texas drawl. She did not respond any other way to that. It seemed unnecessary. She watched him intently over the rim of her cup, the chair creaking at unpredictable intervals as she pushed her weight against the table and back from her heels. She knew he was thinking about something, probably something profound like leadership or fear of power, but she did not ask what it was. He was always hard to read, and it was dangerous to judge too quickly.
When he looked back at her, she did not look away, but instead blinked very lazily. The laconic blue stare was starting to grow an orangish edge, which tended to happen around him. Real surprise sketched pale brows upward. "At first I didn't think there'd be any other reason you'd be here. Not a busy place, Repose."