[Marcel slaps him on the shoulder a couple of times, his grip lingering for a few seconds and leaving a sense of comfortable warmth in its wake. Jean Louis watches him quietly as he turns back to the food, fixing the heat on the carrots with instinctive precision, the same way he manages security perimeters or shoots people when the drama really goes high. There's something dangerous about it, much more so than angry outbursts or verbal threats.
It's nice.]
I'm sure. [He looks at the pork chops, his face showing only subtle interest, though his teeth are on the verge of watering. He's definitely ready to eat that. All of it.] Let me guess - Francois? That man's never owed us anything, has he?
[It's a statement of wonder, rather than an actual question. He likes people who pay their debts and keep themselves and their businesses out of trouble. Isn't that what individual freedom is all about? For the little people, at least. Naturally, not everybody can rule the world, even if it's what they all want, but there are easy and hard ways to live.]
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It's nice.]
I'm sure. [He looks at the pork chops, his face showing only subtle interest, though his teeth are on the verge of watering. He's definitely ready to eat that. All of it.] Let me guess - Francois? That man's never owed us anything, has he?
[It's a statement of wonder, rather than an actual question. He likes people who pay their debts and keep themselves and their businesses out of trouble. Isn't that what individual freedom is all about? For the little people, at least. Naturally, not everybody can rule the world, even if it's what they all want, but there are easy and hard ways to live.]