[ He watches Nathan, amusement tinged strongly with arrogance, with quieter not-quite-realized contempt. The surgeon is so impossibly boring, uptight, a perfect reflection of Giles' own post-seventies self but with the repression and anxiety cranked up even higher. Still, remarkably similar to what Ripper had been not twenty-four hours prior.
It's hilarious for as long as he doesn't think too hard on it, on how little he likes this man, at which point he begins wanting to hit something.
His gaze flicks to Shilo, watching her go with no hint of regret on his face. Between the booze and candy and excitement, he's slow to realize the danger-- he hauls himself out of the convertible and leans back against the door, rummaging in his pocket for a cigarette, readying himself for a very dull lecture. ]
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It's hilarious for as long as he doesn't think too hard on it, on how little he likes this man, at which point he begins wanting to hit something.
His gaze flicks to Shilo, watching her go with no hint of regret on his face. Between the booze and candy and excitement, he's slow to realize the danger-- he hauls himself out of the convertible and leans back against the door, rummaging in his pocket for a cigarette, readying himself for a very dull lecture. ]