He smiles as he says the words, savoring the way they feel inside his mouth. Without lowering his hands, he begins to remove one of his gloves. Underneath the clean, white fabric, his hands are clean, white bone.
"I appreciate the phrase, dear stranger, but I'm afraid you don't know what it means. Look at the way you spit."
The derision in that word is so caustic, so abrupt, that it sounds like vulgarity in his otherwise smiling voice.
His attention shifts to Javert, his voice softening into something that almost sounds sweet.
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He smiles as he says the words, savoring the way they feel inside his mouth. Without lowering his hands, he begins to remove one of his gloves. Underneath the clean, white fabric, his hands are clean, white bone.
"I appreciate the phrase, dear stranger, but I'm afraid you don't know what it means. Look at the way you spit."
The derision in that word is so caustic, so abrupt, that it sounds like vulgarity in his otherwise smiling voice.
His attention shifts to Javert, his voice softening into something that almost sounds sweet.
"What's your name, dear stranger?"