[ Harry's...praise? Flattery? Maybe it's just honest esteem. Whatever it is, it's overwhelming. It's not especially true, even, outside the two men relevant enough to mention, but he says it like he believes it, he looks at him as if he were the sort of beauty that wars get fought over.
Easily impressed, from so much time in isolation. Tim will enjoy it while he can. ]
That's the singer.
[ He leans back just enough to take his glasses off, folding them carefully and setting them on the table next to the speaker. ]
Do you want to please me, Harry?
[ Asking a question he knows the answer to, because he's sure it'll sound even better than Sinatra. ]
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Easily impressed, from so much time in isolation. Tim will enjoy it while he can. ]
That's the singer.
[ He leans back just enough to take his glasses off, folding them carefully and setting them on the table next to the speaker. ]
Do you want to please me, Harry?
[ Asking a question he knows the answer to, because he's sure it'll sound even better than Sinatra. ]