Ilarion leaned subtly forward, eyes narrowing, a diminuitive frown gradually becoming visible on his lips, like the face of the Madonna seeping through a sacred well wall.
"You lost him?" he drawled eventually, splitting the difference between cynical and incredulous. "Where? He's the size of a telamon."
Lasha studied the Ukranian sniper negligently.
"He isn't here."
A pause, and he released the hammer of the gun with an audible click.
His gaze swept over Irinarhov, coolly brooding and without haste.
"There's an exercise facility here, isn't there? With pugilist gear? Perhaps a boxing ring? And a sauna, I assume. Did you try there?"
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Date: 2009-02-11 10:11 pm (UTC)"You lost him?" he drawled eventually, splitting the difference between cynical and incredulous. "Where? He's the size of a telamon."
Lasha studied the Ukranian sniper negligently.
"He isn't here."
A pause, and he released the hammer of the gun with an audible click.
His gaze swept over Irinarhov, coolly brooding and without haste.
"There's an exercise facility here, isn't there? With pugilist gear? Perhaps a boxing ring? And a sauna, I assume. Did you try there?"