[ Simon already has his mouth halfway open to argue to the contrary when Cage’s hand comes up. He closes it again with some difficulty, teeth shut off behind a sullen clamp, suspicion still hard in the stoop of his brow.
The look he has fastened to that hand lingers like a bad smell.
But it swivels back out to Quill swiftly enough, invested in his answers -- provided that he has any.
And even if he doesn’t: ]
Why did you turn it down.
[ On the tail end of more aggressive interrogation, this one question seems positively reasonable. Passive, even. Almost as if Quill isn't dangling upsidedown over a fiery pit. ]</small
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The look he has fastened to that hand lingers like a bad smell.
But it swivels back out to Quill swiftly enough, invested in his answers -- provided that he has any.
And even if he doesn’t: ]
Why did you turn it down.
[ On the tail end of more aggressive interrogation, this one question seems positively reasonable. Passive, even. Almost as if Quill isn't dangling upsidedown over a fiery pit. ]</small