Reilly gaped for a few seconds at the sudden rant, really the first display of passion he'd seen from Thorn since their meeting.
Then he burst out laughing, helplessly, and rose to his feet.
"No, really, that's just too much. A writer of pulp fiction would cringe in shame had he written such a speech." He set his brandy snifter down on the table. "I thank you, Mr. Thorn, for the drink and the entertainment. Do enjoy your day."
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Date: 2007-06-11 10:48 pm (UTC)Then he burst out laughing, helplessly, and rose to his feet.
"No, really, that's just too much. A writer of pulp fiction would cringe in shame had he written such a speech." He set his brandy snifter down on the table. "I thank you, Mr. Thorn, for the drink and the entertainment. Do enjoy your day."
And with that, he started toward the door.