Raguel wasn't sure if he wanted to smile at that or continue to be cross, so the expression on his face probably looked rather funny.
"I would not have asked to examine your pockets," he promised. He wouldn't have asked, or needed to ask, most of the questions in Berith's mock conversation, but to point that out would have been useless and sounded like whining.
As for the rest, Raguel felt his being startled was justified for spontaneous demon pockets. What puzzled him more was the way the surprise manifested itself, in the instinctual gesture that had been so like slapping at an insect or some such very human action.
He considered for a moment, then put the leaf in one of his new pockets. Then he clasped his hands and, leaning forward slightly, said with all guileless sincerity;
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"I would not have asked to examine your pockets," he promised. He wouldn't have asked, or needed to ask, most of the questions in Berith's mock conversation, but to point that out would have been useless and sounded like whining.
As for the rest, Raguel felt his being startled was justified for spontaneous demon pockets. What puzzled him more was the way the surprise manifested itself, in the instinctual gesture that had been so like slapping at an insect or some such very human action.
He considered for a moment, then put the leaf in one of his new pockets. Then he clasped his hands and, leaning forward slightly, said with all guileless sincerity;
"Thank you for these pockets."