There isn't anything about the man's behavior that becomes overtly, obviously threatening. His voice stays light and playful. He does rise to his feet, but not to lean over Ralston or anything of the sort. Instead, he moves to stand just behind Ralston's chair, to look out the window beside him - but there's nothing inherently ominous about that. And yet - And yet a frost creeps into the air, an edge, conveyed through Rutyer's tone, movements, the dark intensity of his eyes. A spirit of danger, unspoken, has been summoned by Ralston's taunt.
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There isn't anything about the man's behavior that becomes overtly, obviously threatening. His voice stays light and playful. He does rise to his feet, but not to lean over Ralston or anything of the sort. Instead, he moves to stand just behind Ralston's chair, to look out the window beside him - but there's nothing inherently ominous about that. And yet - And yet a frost creeps into the air, an edge, conveyed through Rutyer's tone, movements, the dark intensity of his eyes. A spirit of danger, unspoken, has been summoned by Ralston's taunt.
"Why would you lie to me, Mr. Ralston?"