[ The briefest spark flits across his features (sightless eye brightens, nostrils flare). His voice flips from sing-song into all business: ]
Don't just stand there, get inside.
[ He reaches for Leo, to pull him inside and shut the door behind him. And it's all he can do to keep himself from slamming the boy against the door and bearing down upon him--
(He remembers stepping on Noise, his boot on her head, how that creature had wailed, and Lottie too. How delicious it had been, to extract information and exact his revenge upon the people who'd hurt his precious lady.)
--but Leo is no ordinary Baskerville, and he'd been mad with confusion and grief when he had attacked Oz (another precious person?), and besides - hadn't he come of his own accord? It's worth a lighter touch, at least to begin. So he draws back and twirls away on the tips of his toes, gesturing with a sweep of his over-long, floppy sleeve. ]
Make yourself comfortable, Leo. Would you like some tea? And Gilbert's made cake, if you want some.
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Don't just stand there, get inside.
[ He reaches for Leo, to pull him inside and shut the door behind him. And it's all he can do to keep himself from slamming the boy against the door and bearing down upon him--
(He remembers stepping on Noise, his boot on her head, how that creature had wailed, and Lottie too. How delicious it had been, to extract information and exact his revenge upon the people who'd hurt his precious lady.)
--but Leo is no ordinary Baskerville, and he'd been mad with confusion and grief when he had attacked Oz (another precious person?), and besides - hadn't he come of his own accord? It's worth a lighter touch, at least to begin. So he draws back and twirls away on the tips of his toes, gesturing with a sweep of his over-long, floppy sleeve. ]
Make yourself comfortable, Leo. Would you like some tea? And Gilbert's made cake, if you want some.