Re: Log, Webster's Vinyl: Daniel W & Newt P
Oh, Daniel had been in America for some time, and though his periodic regressions into a darker state tended to narrow that time, it would be some shock if he hadn't gone native in a few ways. (That's all a lie; Daniel had always enjoyed flustering people with pointed comments. Too much time on the Continent in his youth could not entirely be blamed. Perhaps the Irish blood...)
Daniel watched Newt's fidgeting with complacent familiarity, tracking his hands as they fluttered around like butterflies. "Not have been with," Daniel repeated. "Is there such a person, these days?" He was speaking of gender now, clearly, a social construct that Daniel ignored, but most deliberately, as his antique background was explicit in its regard of same gender associations. Yet Daniel's eyes were intent over the china cups, letting the question lead to beyond the obvious, if Newt was so unwary--or so generous--to offer it.
The question of siblings always led Daniel somewhat astray. He had absolutely no experience with such things. Making a soft sound of thought, Daniel sat back in his chair, folding one knee over the other. "Oh certainly. Mortal, for one. Certain of myself. Fond of my comforts, and reluctant to take anyone seriously." He grinned. "Those were the days."