[ Claude stares at the ladle a second, taken aback at such a brazen attempt to poison him. He supposes they do seem to be relatively alone; startlingly few witnesses in a compound designed to house so many. But Sylvain always had been rather clever, it wouldn't surprise him if this were carefully planned out.
He thinks he could grab a kitchen knife before Sylvain lands his first hit.
He takes the ladle from Sylvain, carefully sniffing the soup and lifting a brow at Sylvain, lead still lowered. ]
Am I going to regret this? [ He blows gently on it, before taking a small sip. ] ... It's pretty hot.
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He thinks he could grab a kitchen knife before Sylvain lands his first hit.
He takes the ladle from Sylvain, carefully sniffing the soup and lifting a brow at Sylvain, lead still lowered. ]
Am I going to regret this? [ He blows gently on it, before taking a small sip. ] ... It's pretty hot.
[ Temperature wise. ]