[ Rhys lifts up his foot, carefully poking at the shoe (with his twitchy robot finger, of course, just in case there's any acid left) as if he thinks it might be an illusion. After he's satisfied, he puts it down and glances back up at Giovanni. ]
Okay, all right. That was good.
[ He's a little more earnest now, always terrible at concealing-don't-feeling, although he keeps most of it under wraps. It helps that he can smell blood and puke, as that really tamps down the urge to smile too wide. ]
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Okay, all right. That was good.
[ He's a little more earnest now, always terrible at concealing-don't-feeling, although he keeps most of it under wraps. It helps that he can smell blood and puke, as that really tamps down the urge to smile too wide. ]
Do any other tricks?