[ His eyes travel around the apartment for one more round, before settling on Jason again. Skeptical. ]
Really.
[ His mouth opens as if he wants to add further commentary--
'This is a shack.'
--but he closes it half a second later, pushing a breath from his nose and pursing his lips as he drops his stare to the floor. His mother had told him to behave, to be good and listen to his father, and to remember that he is an al Ghul before all things.
It takes a considerable amount of self-restraint, but he manages to hold his tongue. Criticizing his father's 'abode' would probably put him soundly outside the behave part of his mother's instructions.
Jason's question is met, bizarrely, as if he's issued a challenge to the boy; as if Damian is being tested. His eyes hood, chin tilting up in a smaller imitation of Talia, correcting his posture with some quick fidgeting to erase any traces of jet lag.
A perfectly poised little prince. ]
No, Father. [ Even his words are a little more polished, extra emphasis taken to carefully enunciate his English. ] I'm fine.
[ Show no weakness, that was the al Ghul way. As dubious as he is of his father (who, frankly, looks gobsmacked), he must still impress. Even if he is hungry, and the thought of food after such a long trip is immediately appealing--
His stomach growls, and his shoulders jerk up an inch to hunch in embarrassment, though the proud look sticks to stubbornly to his face. ]
no subject
Really.
[ His mouth opens as if he wants to add further commentary--
'This is a shack.'
--but he closes it half a second later, pushing a breath from his nose and pursing his lips as he drops his stare to the floor. His mother had told him to behave, to be good and listen to his father, and to remember that he is an al Ghul before all things.
It takes a considerable amount of self-restraint, but he manages to hold his tongue. Criticizing his father's 'abode' would probably put him soundly outside the behave part of his mother's instructions.
Jason's question is met, bizarrely, as if he's issued a challenge to the boy; as if Damian is being tested. His eyes hood, chin tilting up in a smaller imitation of Talia, correcting his posture with some quick fidgeting to erase any traces of jet lag.
A perfectly poised little prince. ]
No, Father. [ Even his words are a little more polished, extra emphasis taken to carefully enunciate his English. ] I'm fine.
[ Show no weakness, that was the al Ghul way. As dubious as he is of his father (who, frankly, looks gobsmacked), he must still impress. Even if he is hungry, and the thought of food after such a long trip is immediately appealing--
His stomach growls, and his shoulders jerk up an inch to hunch in embarrassment, though the proud look sticks to stubbornly to his face. ]