"Come now, you two," I cooed, making my way back to my chair. "There is no need to bicker so. This is a civilized meal, is it not?"
As I settled, I appraised the situation with minimal effort, as there was very little to ascertain that I didn't already know. I did, however, enjoy Vitale's stiff expression. The alchemist tended to maintain this ever-present scowl, no matter the feeling he harbored in his mind, be it elation, anger, boredom, or none at all. I quite enjoyed that about him.
But now, he might as well have been an unmolded golem. A tablet with no writing. Corroboration of a truth he would deny to the grave – this pest pissed him off.
Something that was little known about Vitale Sicarius was the fact that he had an impeccable memory and a mind that never rested. Two characteristics that did not bode well for life dedicated to the absolution of others, but that was putting it vaguely. More precisely, this bastard was the gatekeeper of grudges.
