Whether it's the remnants of shimmer still making its way through his system, or that subtle rumble that underpins everything Silco says, not unlike a tiger crouching in the grass and waiting to pounce-- Viktor's muscles stiffen, and it feels a strenuous effort simply to open the folder containing his notes and leaf through them. His face is flushed, and his hands clammy, and it's not at all conducive to presenting himself as anything other than a wounded gazelle.
But he has to try. Insofar as the business side of this 'relationship' goes, it's been productive, and he's not ready to give it up.
"Here, have a look," he says, eyes focused solely on the pieces of parchment as he starts laying them out on the desk. Messy handwriting clashes with organized diagrams and neatly-drawn chemical formulas, as he lays them side by side. Records of the trials he's conducted on himself. Live critters were too difficult to hide, and would raise too many questions... nor was he sure he had the heart to inflict such tests on anything more intelligent than a fruit fly.
"There's only one thing I haven't been able to figure out." It's almost like he's talking to himself, tapping a knuckle against his chin. And he ventures a tentative glance up. "What is it that you've really been giving me? I'm sure now it's not what your subordinates are peddling on the streets, the numbers don't bear that out."
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Date: 2021-12-07 07:57 am (UTC)But he has to try. Insofar as the business side of this 'relationship' goes, it's been productive, and he's not ready to give it up.
"Here, have a look," he says, eyes focused solely on the pieces of parchment as he starts laying them out on the desk. Messy handwriting clashes with organized diagrams and neatly-drawn chemical formulas, as he lays them side by side. Records of the trials he's conducted on himself. Live critters were too difficult to hide, and would raise too many questions... nor was he sure he had the heart to inflict such tests on anything more intelligent than a fruit fly.
"There's only one thing I haven't been able to figure out." It's almost like he's talking to himself, tapping a knuckle against his chin. And he ventures a tentative glance up. "What is it that you've really been giving me? I'm sure now it's not what your subordinates are peddling on the streets, the numbers don't bear that out."