He stares at her for a few seconds more. His brow furrows just the slightest bit in what is no doubt bemusement. It’s a bit disorienting. She is used to exactly three facial settings from Laurence Dominic: Professional Stoicism, Professional Smugness, and Professional Frustration With Occasional Varying Degrees of Somewhat Suppressed Anger.

Okay, right about there I started cracking up and couldn't stop :D

I love how you write Adelle, and I love her interaction with Laurence. Dude this is going in the memories, and I'm pimping this fic out too. \o/ Great work!

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