Mason Johanson Is a Falling Star (mutinous) wrote in repose,
Re: Church: Janus/Mason
"Not necessarily," he said, with a rueful smile. "Some would. But I don't subscribe to Adam's rib and all that comes with it." He didn't peer into the thoughts of his servant, nor would he. It may very well have gotten him noticed. He also flattered himself to think that there was no real need of that. He knew who he was taking on before he did so - the lengths to which they would go, and the limits where old humanity might rear its ugly head and hold them back. Charming, sweet-faced Ella, she had less of that than the man across from him, and both things interested him mightily.
He smiled a little at that hearkening to history. "Feels like a good place for beginnings," he observed, and canted his head. "You're small-time because you want to be, Janus. No other reason. You wanted it, you could be more. I like to see everyone do what suits their temperament. What pleases their inclination, so long as it benefits me. But don't think your place is fixed." He crushed the remains of his cigarette against the side of the flower pot, leaving a crease of gray ash on terracotta. "It needn't be."