 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Suresh snorted, also highly amused at the quip Septimus made. “I appreciate it being kind though your mention of ‘this time’ is helping me put things into perspective. I really ought to stop taking foolish risks.” When he had been younger {because Sur still considered himself a youngster}, he had been the type to be cautious, to move about gingerishly when he was out in the field. Now? Somehow that caution had gone out the window over the years.
There was a hearty chuckle from him now. “Well, maybe we are… a little.” There was nothing wrong with admitting to that after a bit of consideration. The moment his eyebrows were mentioned, Sur automatically touched his right brow then the left. “Ugh. What a tragedy that would have been, my good looks ruined. At least until I magicked a pair back onto my face.” He lowered his hand, casting Tamara a shrewd look. “Let’s not forget you almost getting hit with Dancing Feet Spell. Those Egyptians sure had a sense of humour… would have been quite the sight to see you involuntarily dancing your feet off.”
To Tamara, Suresh continued smoothly, “It’s almost as if you don’t know me. Of course I’ll keep my word.” However, Septimus was an eager beaver, wasn’t he? “I have a lotus chalice if you’d like to tackle after you’re done, Septimus.” In the meanwhile, he was going to tackle the paperwork on a silver dagger. While Tamara lazed around stretch,he picked up his quill and began assigning a reference number to the dagger on one of the forms, along with the dagger’s description.
“Mhmm. I plan on ignoring them as much as I possibly can. I nominate you to deal with them though.” |