[For a moment, Isaac wavers between feeling mildly insulted and terribly amused by this unforeseen attempt at mimicry. Should he feel flattered that that the diction isn’t half bad? At the same time, they had spent years together; there would be no excuse for missing the mark. Hector’s chuckle soothes any nerves that may have been rankled.
Then, in a show of maturity, Isaac decides to assume a dour, unsmiling, and cooly determined look as best he can manage and lowers his voice as to approximate Hector's own.]
I shall try. [He can't resist a bit of exaggeration, making his former companion out to be a rather dull, bland creature through his tone.]
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Then, in a show of maturity, Isaac decides to assume a dour, unsmiling, and cooly determined look as best he can manage and lowers his voice as to approximate Hector's own.]
I shall try. [He can't resist a bit of exaggeration, making his former companion out to be a rather dull, bland creature through his tone.]