He had his classifications. Bad, decent, and good.
Molly had always hovered at the high end of "decent." Too willing to bend to the wills of others for whatever reason-- flattery, authority, logic-- to really be good. But now.
The small smile on his face doesn't come through in his tone, and he has his face upturned, watching the smoke he's blowing out. His voice is even, every bit the impartial scientist.]
All right.
[No argument, no shouting. He isn't emotional. One bit at a time, that's his strategy. Disconnect.
Besides. There are other people. Other ways to get what he wants.]
[voice] - [filtered 90%]
He had his classifications. Bad, decent, and good.
Molly had always hovered at the high end of "decent." Too willing to bend to the wills of others for whatever reason-- flattery, authority, logic-- to really be good. But now.
The small smile on his face doesn't come through in his tone, and he has his face upturned, watching the smoke he's blowing out. His voice is even, every bit the impartial scientist.]
All right.
[No argument, no shouting. He isn't emotional. One bit at a time, that's his strategy. Disconnect.
Besides. There are other people. Other ways to get what he wants.]