[Arthur nods. He's not all that good at small talk, but this seems... safe, at least.]
Yeah. [He leaves it at that for a moment, then adds:] Once I sorted through the incredulous questions about why a man needs dry cleaning. [Small talk accomplished, and nothing about the other night was raised. He'd consider it a small success... if his communicator didn't just beep with a new message. He looks down at it, then makes a terribly unamused face. The Master, Narvin's inmate, with a pointed comment about... cleaning up. GREAT.]
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Yeah. [He leaves it at that for a moment, then adds:] Once I sorted through the incredulous questions about why a man needs dry cleaning. [Small talk accomplished, and nothing about the other night was raised. He'd consider it a small success... if his communicator didn't just beep with a new message. He looks down at it, then makes a terribly unamused face. The Master, Narvin's inmate, with a pointed comment about... cleaning up. GREAT.]