[Ajax is silent for a moment, like he's mulling her answer over in his head. He then quickly sits up a little straighter before leaning onto the table with one elbow, tilting his head to the side while he rests it in the palm of his hand.]
That's a pretty standard answer. What is it about the child's happiness that matters so much to you?
[He asks it like it's more personal than a standard business question. He doesn't mean to do it, but the lack of light in his eyes makes them look like an abyss that would swallow any insincere applicant whole, almost as if they're boring into her. They dance with a level of hunger and swirl with chaos, though Ajax's appearance and demeanor seem calm. The only thing giving it away...is his eyes.
But he calmly waits for her answer, wondering how she'll choose to address his question.]
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That's a pretty standard answer. What is it about the child's happiness that matters so much to you?
[He asks it like it's more personal than a standard business question. He doesn't mean to do it, but the lack of light in his eyes makes them look like an abyss that would swallow any insincere applicant whole, almost as if they're boring into her. They dance with a level of hunger and swirl with chaos, though Ajax's appearance and demeanor seem calm. The only thing giving it away...is his eyes.
But he calmly waits for her answer, wondering how she'll choose to address his question.]