[ He chuckles. Old man, is that so? Ah, well, compared to Jean Louis, he's close to retirement age. Although, he isn't quite ready for that part of his life to start just yet. There are still too many laws to make and a country to run. They aren't ready for him to pull out at this stage, but give Jean Louis another ten years like this... He might still be young, but he'll be fully capable. ]
I've put my lawyers to work to find precedence for this exception we're trying for, but they've gone home for the day, of course. However, we could hunt down similar cases ourselves, relieve the poor men of duty, yes, my boy?
[ The library is on the first floor, a flight of steps from here. It will be one more thing he gives Jean Louis that he'd trust no one else with, but Philippe is aware of his bias and he trusts his instincts on this one. The extra attention is an investment, but he's invested before, he's very good at it. Money and people don't behave very differently, one moment they're there, the next they're gone. He knows. So he will savor it as long as he can.
Turning in the doorway, he waits for Jean Louis to catch up. ]
[ He knows what that means - hunting through the old documents in the library, looking for similarities, phrasings or certain juridical practices of old that might just further their cause. It sounds, to put it bluntly, incredibly taxing. He's on a learning curve regarding law documents and legalese and he knows just getting through one document might easily take him the better part of an hour. Better choose carefully, he thinks.
Anyone else calling him boy would have been thrown out of a nearby window, really. Anyone else. ]
Certainly.
[ Leaving his desk behind, he follows the other man. Yet another opportunity, presented and accepted. Some part of him realises that it's a dangerous balance, this game they play; one false step and there'd be a very, very long fall waiting on either of them, though Jean Louis' got no doubt he'd find a way to land on his feet. He always has, after all. It just that... he'd really rather not. Might just, perhaps, be a tiny bit worried about it, about what it would entail. He pushes the thought aside, forcefully.
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I've put my lawyers to work to find precedence for this exception we're trying for, but they've gone home for the day, of course. However, we could hunt down similar cases ourselves, relieve the poor men of duty, yes, my boy?
[ The library is on the first floor, a flight of steps from here. It will be one more thing he gives Jean Louis that he'd trust no one else with, but Philippe is aware of his bias and he trusts his instincts on this one. The extra attention is an investment, but he's invested before, he's very good at it. Money and people don't behave very differently, one moment they're there, the next they're gone. He knows. So he will savor it as long as he can.
Turning in the doorway, he waits for Jean Louis to catch up. ]
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Anyone else calling him boy would have been thrown out of a nearby window, really. Anyone else. ]
Certainly.
[ Leaving his desk behind, he follows the other man. Yet another opportunity, presented and accepted. Some part of him realises that it's a dangerous balance, this game they play; one false step and there'd be a very, very long fall waiting on either of them, though Jean Louis' got no doubt he'd find a way to land on his feet. He always has, after all. It just that... he'd really rather not. Might just, perhaps, be a tiny bit worried about it, about what it would entail. He pushes the thought aside, forcefully.
After all, what's more dangerous than that? ]