"You have reached Solus zos Galvus. I fear I am unavailable at the moment, but should your query be of an urgent nature, pray leave a message. I shall endeavor to return it anon."
There's no falter to his expression, nothing that gives the lie to his genuineness. Even at the delight in seeing the warmth to Tyler's face, and how he stutters and hesitates to agree, he holds fast his performance. For all he allowed that sly smirk to show for a moment, now he doesn't allow anything at all to.
He does, however, allow his expression to brighten at Tyler's acquiescence, bringing a hand to his chest as he bows his head to him.]
[No don't do that, Tyler's blush just got worse. Fuck you. Fuck off.
Isis finally takes her gaze away from Solus for a moment, turning to look at Tyler as he pushes himself up in his seat, physically pulling himself together a bit by tugging his shirt straight and sitting more upright.
When he starts signing again, hand motions brusque again, Isis turns her attention back on Solus.]
Is there anything else you'd like to know, while I'm here? I've got some work to do after this that I'd like to get ahead of.
[He lifts his head, peering up at him with an almost affectionate look as he places his hand back down on the table to join the other. Yep, he's still got it.]
Nay, not that I can think of. Truly, you've done me a great service already, scant do I wish to keep you from your work.
[His tone is light and airy, almost...sweet.]
I thank you—and you too Isis—for your most generous aid.
[Now that he knows it works, he most certainly won't stop it. The little teleportation trick is a neat one, something Solus will ponder on later, but for now...]
Of course. Until then, my friend.
[He languidly gives Tyler a little wave as he goes, quite content with himself and his wonderful success in this whole thing. Man does he love coming out on top.]
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There's no falter to his expression, nothing that gives the lie to his genuineness. Even at the delight in seeing the warmth to Tyler's face, and how he stutters and hesitates to agree, he holds fast his performance. For all he allowed that sly smirk to show for a moment, now he doesn't allow anything at all to.
He does, however, allow his expression to brighten at Tyler's acquiescence, bringing a hand to his chest as he bows his head to him.]
I am in your debt.
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Isis finally takes her gaze away from Solus for a moment, turning to look at Tyler as he pushes himself up in his seat, physically pulling himself together a bit by tugging his shirt straight and sitting more upright.
When he starts signing again, hand motions brusque again, Isis turns her attention back on Solus.]
Is there anything else you'd like to know, while I'm here? I've got some work to do after this that I'd like to get ahead of.
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Nay, not that I can think of. Truly, you've done me a great service already, scant do I wish to keep you from your work.
[His tone is light and airy, almost...sweet.]
I thank you—and you too Isis—for your most generous aid.
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Tyler doesn't blush any worse, but he doesn't make eye contact with Solus. Which is, from the deaf young man, the height of Fuck You.
He only signs very briefly -]
You're welcome. Let me know when you are ready.
[- before Isis looks away and disappears in a blink to teleport onto Tyler's shoulder, as he takes his coat and leaves.
Ugh, now he needs a shower after this.]
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Of course. Until then, my friend.
[He languidly gives Tyler a little wave as he goes, quite content with himself and his wonderful success in this whole thing. Man does he love coming out on top.]