08-27-2014, 07:18 PM
He chuckled quietly and nodded agreement, "Yes, quite."
The Cafe's reputation would have taken a serious blow, considering the number of high-profile guests that had been left standing in the cold streets hailing cabs or summoning their drivers. How many jackets had been left in the coat check? How many dry-cleaning bills would they be sent? Of course they would get nothing of the sort from himself. He could let the 'insult' slide without recompense.
He wasn't certain he was right on the matter, but it seemed to him that she had been rather pointedly directing her attention elsewhere as he popped his collar. If that were true, then it was only fair; the teasing glint of earrings and necklace kept threatening to draw his eye. Luckily, seated on the couch, he could divert his attention before they drew his eye too blatantly.
"You should put some roots down here. It may not be where you plan to stay, but that air of the familiar marks this place as your own, not some government-supplied quarters. It removes the connection to work and responsibilities. Pictures to remind you of friends and family."
He had spoken with an interior decorator once; work related, he had been the victim of a case early in his career. "Also, you should paint. Because this..."
he knocked a knuckle against the wall behind the couch, smiling at her warmly as he did, "...is a terrible colour. I should think you spend enough time in brightly lit white-walled places already."
He could commiserate with the lack of interest in the white-picket fence American Dream home. A dog would have been nice though, but he simply hadn't the time to entertain the thought of having one. He had progressed about as far in his career as he was ever likely to go, and equally so wasn't likely to be transferred again. He was in Moscow for the long haul, and unless he was found lacking as a Chief Inspector, he wasn't likely to be moved again. It wasn't a position he would give up lightly though.
The Cafe's reputation would have taken a serious blow, considering the number of high-profile guests that had been left standing in the cold streets hailing cabs or summoning their drivers. How many jackets had been left in the coat check? How many dry-cleaning bills would they be sent? Of course they would get nothing of the sort from himself. He could let the 'insult' slide without recompense.
He wasn't certain he was right on the matter, but it seemed to him that she had been rather pointedly directing her attention elsewhere as he popped his collar. If that were true, then it was only fair; the teasing glint of earrings and necklace kept threatening to draw his eye. Luckily, seated on the couch, he could divert his attention before they drew his eye too blatantly.
"You should put some roots down here. It may not be where you plan to stay, but that air of the familiar marks this place as your own, not some government-supplied quarters. It removes the connection to work and responsibilities. Pictures to remind you of friends and family."
He had spoken with an interior decorator once; work related, he had been the victim of a case early in his career. "Also, you should paint. Because this..."
he knocked a knuckle against the wall behind the couch, smiling at her warmly as he did, "...is a terrible colour. I should think you spend enough time in brightly lit white-walled places already."
He could commiserate with the lack of interest in the white-picket fence American Dream home. A dog would have been nice though, but he simply hadn't the time to entertain the thought of having one. He had progressed about as far in his career as he was ever likely to go, and equally so wasn't likely to be transferred again. He was in Moscow for the long haul, and unless he was found lacking as a Chief Inspector, he wasn't likely to be moved again. It wasn't a position he would give up lightly though.