[She catches the edge of that anger like light reflecting off a car windshield, sees it and turns towards it, responding to it with curiosity. Her father was never very angry. Neither was Hannibal. They did not have volatile tempers, but were highly controlled, quiet men. She has never directly confronted an anger like what she senses is boiling under Philip's skin.]
[It makes her curious. She wants to figure out how it works, how to handle it, how to turn it on and off. Because surely even anger is a tool that can be used to one's best advantage. A tool like any other.]
[She gives him a soft smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, that says she doesn't totally believe him; then she turns back to pulling down decorations.]
Well, we'll see. This place turns people into all kinds of things they don't expect.
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[It makes her curious. She wants to figure out how it works, how to handle it, how to turn it on and off. Because surely even anger is a tool that can be used to one's best advantage. A tool like any other.]
[She gives him a soft smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, that says she doesn't totally believe him; then she turns back to pulling down decorations.]
Well, we'll see. This place turns people into all kinds of things they don't expect.