PRIDE , ever loud and demanding , would sooner have edward walk out of this tacky ! store with his head held high , but CURIOSITY begged him to stay and , at the very least , humor sylvester for a short while. “ insulting potential , and not to mention valuable , customers isn’t a sound business practice , mr. blanc. “
verdant hues begin search a porcelain visage for signs of prevarication but there is only a smug smile. he arches a perfectly waxed brow. “ are you implying that your fragrances have a similar function to jervis tetch’s tea ? “ ABSURD ! sylvester couldn’t possibly possess that level of intelligence.
if he did then their last encounter would have gone quite differently- yet edward makes no move to leave. suspicion warps soft features , furrowing brows and narrowing eyes. despite not yet having an answer the genius was already jumping from one conclusion to the next.
❝ I don’t disagree, Monsieur. ❞
🅟🅐🅛🅔 blue eyes shut as he gave a nonchalant shrug in reply, holding his hand up in a ‘whatever you say’ pose. He wasn’t here to win Nygma as a client; if he elected to loiter further, then that was all fine and dandy. If he elected to leave, that was fine and dandy as well.
❝ I’m afraid I’m not personally acquainted with the works of this Jervis Tetch- ❞
❝ -but I’ll gladly give you a sample to test this theory. Although you’ll have to take to the streets to do so. ❞
Or Sylvester could try it on him. What he wouldn’t give to force the man to make a fool of himself, wiping that suspicious expression off of those elegant [ 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 ] features and forcing him to be a laughingstock of Gotham. But petty revenge only ever led to awful karma, as he had experienced before, so he withheld from this urge. Rather, he opened his eyes once more, blue clashing with a green gaze, and continued to smile.
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