@ofdefense ( cont. )
legs crossed delicately to settle in the unease of the room. arthur held himself as any man in his position would ; he lay open to evaluate the situation as it developed around him. at face value, he was calm, if not TOO QUIET. he would not expose the layer of uncertainty left untamed beneath the surface. cold lips tightened, dour and austere -- not to seem grim but to express such fault in his serenity. what would he SAY, he did not know. but the agent was not about to prompt such an act and then appear empty-handed. to reconsider his position would leave the lawyer in a state of WAITING ; he would not have the other suffer through restless interlude.
“ it would be RUDE if i did otherwise. ” amber hues glance at the fingers that hold themselves, then wander to the obscurity of the eyes. he is careful in his wording, vague yet precise, hesitant if not hurried to speak -- clear his name of an invisible guilt, a guilt atticus may not understand. “ however, i should do well to ask first ; what level of FAITH do you possess on the matter of the allegedly impossible ? ”
