[ooc: sorry this is delayed. June is kind of hell for me atm.]
[It wouldn't be completely inaccurate to say El has no idea what to expect of Kiritsugu beyond resentment and some cleverness. The man is clearly capable and cunning. Underestimating him would be a severe error on his part. More than that, however, he just... doesn't know. That the man isn't fond of talking is obvious. That he doesn't like being "owned" even more so.
At this point in time, El has very little hopes for the their future amiability or- hell- even cooperation. In that same vein of thought, he also has no delusions about getting to know the man now or ever, especially given Kiritsugu's attitude towards those of Magus blood. It's with that in mind that he fully expects the assassin to treat him like an enemy. To try and plot his escape while bringing everything around him crashing down in the process. How he goes about it or how he intends to carry it out isn't something El can deduce. (Not about someone he's known for less than 24 hours.) And it's for these reasons that he's chosen to err on the side of caution and "advise" the other as such, in case Kiritsugu turns out to be headstrong.
To be fair, Kiryna certainly did.
It's with this pessimistic view in mind that El is proceeding. So when Kiritsugu breaks the mold of silence and actually chooses to initiate a conversation, he gives a slow, uncertain blink. Is he being uncharacteristically social? Or... no, he's impatient. Yes, that must be it.]
A selection of delicacies from the bakery, though I imagine that is best left for last. [El mutters, mostly in thought to himself as he quickly scans the list and frowns at the bottom. There, a small little note is scribbled in ungainly cursive lettering and he can't help the smile that quirks the corners of his lips. Clumsy as she is, her intentions are kind. He highly doubts Kiristugu will enjoy them but for her sake, El hopes he does.] Do you have a type of food you prefer? ["Ask what he likes" indeed.] ... meat or wine, perhaps. [The suggestion comes out a touch awkwardly but is otherwise unremarked upon. It's El's way of trying to encourage this (hopefully not imagined) socializing and to support Meridia's attempts at making him feel a bit better about his situation. If such a thing is possible, anyway.]
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[It wouldn't be completely inaccurate to say El has no idea what to expect of Kiritsugu beyond resentment and some cleverness. The man is clearly capable and cunning. Underestimating him would be a severe error on his part. More than that, however, he just... doesn't know. That the man isn't fond of talking is obvious. That he doesn't like being "owned" even more so.
At this point in time, El has very little hopes for the their future amiability or- hell- even cooperation. In that same vein of thought, he also has no delusions about getting to know the man now or ever, especially given Kiritsugu's attitude towards those of Magus blood. It's with that in mind that he fully expects the assassin to treat him like an enemy. To try and plot his escape while bringing everything around him crashing down in the process. How he goes about it or how he intends to carry it out isn't something El can deduce. (Not about someone he's known for less than 24 hours.) And it's for these reasons that he's chosen to err on the side of caution and "advise" the other as such, in case Kiritsugu turns out to be headstrong.
To be fair, Kiryna certainly did.
It's with this pessimistic view in mind that El is proceeding. So when Kiritsugu breaks the mold of silence and actually chooses to initiate a conversation, he gives a slow, uncertain blink. Is he being uncharacteristically social? Or... no, he's impatient. Yes, that must be it.]
A selection of delicacies from the bakery, though I imagine that is best left for last. [El mutters, mostly in thought to himself as he quickly scans the list and frowns at the bottom. There, a small little note is scribbled in ungainly cursive lettering and he can't help the smile that quirks the corners of his lips. Clumsy as she is, her intentions are kind. He highly doubts Kiristugu will enjoy them but for her sake, El hopes he does.] Do you have a type of food you prefer? ["Ask what he likes" indeed.] ... meat or wine, perhaps. [The suggestion comes out a touch awkwardly but is otherwise unremarked upon. It's El's way of trying to encourage this (hopefully not imagined) socializing and to support Meridia's attempts at making him feel a bit better about his situation. If such a thing is possible, anyway.]