[Concord only bothers to turn once he's directly addressed. To his credit, his composure returns swiftly, looking stern and distant as usual. His face is no longer red and he's holding the jacket in one arm. With it casually draped over an arm held at his front, it covers up the bulge of his slacks. He wiped his face clean, too....
He doesn't fuss further, knowing it would look suspect to do so. Hopefully he didn't forget anything. He thinks he's getting away with this, or at least, he'll be as confident as someone who is.]
That will do, Ali. [He will move towards the door and eye the servant rather harshly]
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Date: 2023-01-25 03:41 am (UTC)He doesn't fuss further, knowing it would look suspect to do so. Hopefully he didn't forget anything. He thinks he's getting away with this, or at least, he'll be as confident as someone who is.]
That will do, Ali. [He will move towards the door and eye the servant rather harshly]
What is it?