[ A wry, subtly self-satisfied smile plays on his lips at Mace's reaction. He tries to check himself with humility, but there's no denying he's gratified by the small soft strokes to his ego. Technically speaking, Berkeley isn't Ivy League - it's just a shade off, because it's a public university rather than a private one. Some people get all up in arms about that, like they couldn't make it to Yale so they have to compensate for something. Ian will never understand it.
Something special earns a little heat, though - it's a little more than he normally hears, a little more intimate in a way, too. His chin dips a bit at the praise, hair drifting down and framing his face in messy, clumped strands.
Metal grows out a little more quickly, though whether or not it's related...
No way to say. ]
Sure.
[ He says mildly, flickering a glance over at Mace. ]
I'll introduce you to my desk.
[ In a tone that sounds innocuous at first glance, but definitely isn't.
When the metal's finished, it doesn't sit flush - of course not, the wall is made of uneven rock, there are two to five inch gaps in places. If they wind up fighting smoke demons they're fucked, but anything else surely won't fit through. Maybe one of Mary's scrawny arms, but she'll have to grope around for one of the struts he starts making. She'll have to put some real effort into dislodging it from how hard he plans on wedging it in. ]
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Something special earns a little heat, though - it's a little more than he normally hears, a little more intimate in a way, too. His chin dips a bit at the praise, hair drifting down and framing his face in messy, clumped strands.
Metal grows out a little more quickly, though whether or not it's related...
No way to say. ]
Sure.
[ He says mildly, flickering a glance over at Mace. ]
I'll introduce you to my desk.
[ In a tone that sounds innocuous at first glance, but definitely isn't.
When the metal's finished, it doesn't sit flush - of course not, the wall is made of uneven rock, there are two to five inch gaps in places. If they wind up fighting smoke demons they're fucked, but anything else surely won't fit through. Maybe one of Mary's scrawny arms, but she'll have to grope around for one of the struts he starts making. She'll have to put some real effort into dislodging it from how hard he plans on wedging it in. ]