There's a wide, round-eyed look before Esteban opens his mouth, closes it, considers his next words very carefully before he says anything. Right. He's never told Seto. Actually, he's never told anybody on the train, has he?
Um, how to go about this?
Another breath gets him started, and he very, very deliberately adds "well, Melchor w'ld keep in mind that y' don't have wings." It's... a start, at least. Poor little Snapper is almost abandoned when Esteban is so focused on not saying anything dumb. Or at least not saying anything too dumb.
"He'd be safe. You'd be safe with him." At least there's that. And he really does not want Seto to grow mistrustful about this, truly. But...
"I never told you how dragons teach their hooklings t' fly, did I?" he asks, but he already knows the answer to that. Just by the way the conversation has built up to this point, he knows that. Well. Now's his chance?
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Um, how to go about this?
Another breath gets him started, and he very, very deliberately adds "well, Melchor w'ld keep in mind that y' don't have wings." It's... a start, at least. Poor little Snapper is almost abandoned when Esteban is so focused on not saying anything dumb. Or at least not saying anything too dumb.
"He'd be safe. You'd be safe with him." At least there's that. And he really does not want Seto to grow mistrustful about this, truly. But...
"I never told you how dragons teach their hooklings t' fly, did I?" he asks, but he already knows the answer to that. Just by the way the conversation has built up to this point, he knows that. Well. Now's his chance?