[And for now, at least, Giovanni is disinclined to interject his voice into the silence that springs up between them, still taking the other man's measure, still unsure of how best to behave. He's inclined towards sly banter and bright bouts of laughter, but Julius is his superior and until he understands him better he's unwilling to bring too much of his personality into play. Some of them don't like it, want to think of him as an object or a machine, a dumb animal that obeys commands but has nothing more offer than that. Which is fine, it makes no difference to him ultimately, but already the other man has shown signs of flexibility in that respect. The unaccustomed offering of nourishment, asking his opinion, offering choices-- they're all small signs that suggest he can get away with a little more, and yes it's mildly disconcerting to something conditioned towards cool indifference from those above them, but it's something he'll slowly assimilate if need be. Act accordingly.
For now he moves with silent determination, keeping a respectful two steps behind the other man, a dog brought to heel. The way he moves though-- it's predatory, sinuous, full of unspoken expectation. The desire for something bloody and brutal bubbling beneath his calm surface.
The landscape stretches out before them with a pastoral prettiness that belies the purpose of their visit here, but with his sharp eyesight Giovanni can already pick out the blight on the scene up ahead, the cordoning off of a chunk of land, intended to keep something in. Infinitesimally, his pulse rises higher, and he takes a sharp indrawn breath.]
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For now he moves with silent determination, keeping a respectful two steps behind the other man, a dog brought to heel. The way he moves though-- it's predatory, sinuous, full of unspoken expectation. The desire for something bloody and brutal bubbling beneath his calm surface.
The landscape stretches out before them with a pastoral prettiness that belies the purpose of their visit here, but with his sharp eyesight Giovanni can already pick out the blight on the scene up ahead, the cordoning off of a chunk of land, intended to keep something in. Infinitesimally, his pulse rises higher, and he takes a sharp indrawn breath.]