“Well, being in control is naturally very appealing, isn’t it? There’s something gratifying about calling the shots – the climb is always the hard part, but I’d be far too impatient to bear the slow process, I think.” Her words are more telling than this fobwatched-Master could ever know; how she itches so deeply already to find the fobwatch, reclaim the man she had so hoped to make her lover. It will be a slow process, considering she has no idea where she’ll find his TARDIS (which, to boot, has a fully functioning chameleon circuit) let alone where the fobwatch is, and that doesn’t even include how she’s going to get him to open it. Her feelings could easily manifest themselves in one, annoyed, lengthy snarl, but she holds them in – she’s well used to doing that, by now.
Hazel eyes fall on his drumming fingers and she sips her wine to hide the way she swallows, hard, relieved when they still once again. That reminder’s a bit too blunt for her comfort; the likelihood is, he doesn’t know why he’s doing it.
At his question, she comes up with a concept. “About the ways people campaign, and how that translates to results. Inclusive of scandal - couldn’t resist a chance to write about a good scandal, wonder why I’m not a journalist sometimes - just because I’m curious. And also, because being an academic gives you an excuse to come to more of these events. Although usually you bore people.”
She tilts her head again, curiosity once again piqued. “If you don’t mind me asking…if you were at the pinnacle, what would you do?”
“About how people campaign, eh, could certainly use the help of someone with that knowledge.” He states in a joking manner, though he is certainly serious about it. He could indeed use the help of someone like her, who knew how to get the results needed to climb to the top. While he could endure the slow process, it was always good to find a way to accelerate. He had used one of his rivals’ scandal to his advantage already, he at least did not have a wife to cheat on after all. Harold is aware of others in the room that he could be mingling with, but Miss Smith had caught his attention entirely.
Warm brown eyes watch her, and he finds himself curious to know more about her and her research if he can find out about it. For his own purposes, of course, calming his curiosity and helping his political career. She could after all be a valuable ally.
A laugh leaves him when she wonders why she is not a journalist and the fact that academics are more likely to be invited to such events. This was certainly true, and was even how Harold himself had first been invited. Then came the loaded question, what would he do if he were at the pinnacle of politics. How would he answer that inquiry without setting off any of her internal alarm bells.
“Work on making the universe a better place of course -” he leaves out that this could possibly involve a restriction on human activity “- and seek to find a way to end wars.” No mention is made of possibly doing this by taking command of the rest of the world, if need be. “In all, I aim to find a way to make the human race... memorable...”
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