[ Yusuf isn't exactly a flightly person, but he sure as hell isn't one of the refined hitmen/military types. It helps and hinders -- he has an easier time talking to normal people, he feels, then maybe Arthur does (or that's another silly assumption), but he couldn't look around the room and find several ways to stab someone to death.
When he shuts his eyes for a fraction of a second longer than a blink, it's because he's trying to compose himself. Arthur is coming at him as a -- what, not friend, but as something, an acquaintance, and--
--there, right there. There it is. As soon as the subject shifts from him and to his work, it clicks. Yusuf's smile is his usual, humble but immensely proud, and he sits behind his desk. Old habit. ]
I would be more than honoured. [ With work from people like Arthur comes more money, and even with Dom's share, he's still wanting. The smile hasn't left, and his head sways to and fro for a brief second. ]
People are afraid to push the limits. I'm very glad you're not that type.
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When he shuts his eyes for a fraction of a second longer than a blink, it's because he's trying to compose himself. Arthur is coming at him as a -- what, not friend, but as something, an acquaintance, and--
--there, right there. There it is. As soon as the subject shifts from him and to his work, it clicks. Yusuf's smile is his usual, humble but immensely proud, and he sits behind his desk. Old habit. ]
I would be more than honoured. [ With work from people like Arthur comes more money, and even with Dom's share, he's still wanting. The smile hasn't left, and his head sways to and fro for a brief second. ]
People are afraid to push the limits. I'm very glad you're not that type.