He folds his arms fluidly over his chest, eyes narrowing.
"I think I intend to do whatever I can," he says quietly, his tone a delicate veneer over the sudden expectation of flagrant doubt and opposition. "Unless, of course - you have some sort of objection."
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"I think I intend to do whatever I can," he says quietly, his tone a delicate veneer over the sudden expectation of flagrant doubt and opposition. "Unless, of course - you have some sort of objection."