[Monty holds his tongue once more. He has a waspish thought that Royce is an assassin speaking to a murderer. 'Settling' without specification of what that is may be assumed to be something violent. The young gentleman crosses his own arms.]
Very well. I will look for you then... my friend.
[Because that is what Royce is, even strained as this is right now. Perhaps that will not last, but for now, Monty is going to hold to it, even with as abused as he personally feels in this moment.]
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Very well. I will look for you then... my friend.
[Because that is what Royce is, even strained as this is right now. Perhaps that will not last, but for now, Monty is going to hold to it, even with as abused as he personally feels in this moment.]