Thomas smiles at him, mood transformed into something far brighter through the combination of interest and a nebulous sense of getting his own way. He has the easy certainty of someone who's sure that he won't truly face trouble, and, besides, he wouldn't despair over not being offered an invitation to return for another evening that had reminded him a little too much of home.
"I trust your knowledge of the wear and tear of stone implicitly, Mr. Fletcher."
He kneels down a moment to touch the edge of the stair, measuring the evenness of the steps with a hand.
"Yes, it would seem a true secret passage," he has too much dignity to be as gleeful as he was when he went exploring with his brother as a schoolboy, but he can't contain all his delight at the images it conjures up for him. "Were gentry in this area often under threat of attack? My - I am aware of country houses in England secret chambers built into fireplaces for secret mass, but I cannot claim much knowledge of the history of this land."
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"I trust your knowledge of the wear and tear of stone implicitly, Mr. Fletcher."
He kneels down a moment to touch the edge of the stair, measuring the evenness of the steps with a hand.
"Yes, it would seem a true secret passage," he has too much dignity to be as gleeful as he was when he went exploring with his brother as a schoolboy, but he can't contain all his delight at the images it conjures up for him. "Were gentry in this area often under threat of attack? My - I am aware of country houses in England secret chambers built into fireplaces for secret mass, but I cannot claim much knowledge of the history of this land."