Her first thought is to object; her second is on what fucking grounds, because that's not exactly... not the case, but what she settles on, with the shreds of her dignity, is:
“He's retired. I can't order him around.”
Which—
well, she doesn't, exactly. He can decline her requests and her instructions; from time to time, sometimes just to remind them both of that and sometimes for his own esoteric reasons that he sees not fit to share, he actually does. He is particular in the ways that he does, enough that when he says no, she's more like to listen than to cajole him— the way that she is often strategic with her grandfather, she sometimes thinks, except it's not a thing like that at all.
“If he wants to go and take too great an interest in a man he once tried to assassinate, it's his business.”
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Her first thought is to object; her second is on what fucking grounds, because that's not exactly... not the case, but what she settles on, with the shreds of her dignity, is:
“He's retired. I can't order him around.”
Which—
well, she doesn't, exactly. He can decline her requests and her instructions; from time to time, sometimes just to remind them both of that and sometimes for his own esoteric reasons that he sees not fit to share, he actually does. He is particular in the ways that he does, enough that when he says no, she's more like to listen than to cajole him— the way that she is often strategic with her grandfather, she sometimes thinks, except it's not a thing like that at all.
“If he wants to go and take too great an interest in a man he once tried to assassinate, it's his business.”