[ flying through the air directly at him, too fast for him to actually thank the Maker for the amount of vanity-induced staff training he's done in his life. The noise he makes, though slight, is not terrifically dignified. But his palm hits the underside of the glass, and Ilias manages to get his forearms under the rest in time to narrowly avert introducing it to the stonework.
Pauses there, like it might break anyway just to spite him. ]
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[ flying through the air directly at him, too fast for him to actually thank the Maker for the amount of vanity-induced staff training he's done in his life. The noise he makes, though slight, is not terrifically dignified. But his palm hits the underside of the glass, and Ilias manages to get his forearms under the rest in time to narrowly avert introducing it to the stonework.
Pauses there, like it might break anyway just to spite him. ]
That's fine, thank you.
[ Polite to his dying day. ]