[Ah, space tyrants. As much as he enjoys the familiarity of Solus' florid manners, the threat itself is... well. It's a little gauche. Here Steven is, doing his best to fill him in on what he needs to know, and he insists on spoiling it all by talking down to him and acting as if Steven's his minion to command and not his superior in this organization.]
I'll keep that in mind, Solus, [he says, pleasantly as ever--and imagines, for a brief moment, his hands around the old queen's neck, squeezing.]
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I'll keep that in mind, Solus, [he says, pleasantly as ever--and imagines, for a brief moment, his hands around the old queen's neck, squeezing.]