[He raises an eyebrow, eyes sliding down from Eliot's face until he reaches the long-fingered hand that indicates the piece of fabric wrapped around his throat like a noose.
The next pile holds nothing of interest, just more clothes in various colors. All of them too shiny and too loud to look at. Neon-bright dresses and what looks like a coat covered in feathers.]
Have you tried looking the pile of belts?
[Not unhelpful, even when he feels like it. Cooperation, Vivica had said, pressing her point home by referencing all the unwanted information she had access to.]
I think most of it is made of leather, but I've been wrong before.
[In a tone of voice that leaves little doubt about how rarely he thinks that happens.]
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The next pile holds nothing of interest, just more clothes in various colors. All of them too shiny and too loud to look at. Neon-bright dresses and what looks like a coat covered in feathers.]
Have you tried looking the pile of belts?
[Not unhelpful, even when he feels like it. Cooperation, Vivica had said, pressing her point home by referencing all the unwanted information she had access to.]
I think most of it is made of leather, but I've been wrong before.
[In a tone of voice that leaves little doubt about how rarely he thinks that happens.]