I've noticed a lot of patterns. [And hated most of them, fears them a little, though he's paving over that with competence and sharp edges.] You're gonna have to be more specific.
[Dean rakes his gaze up and down the Marquis. He's never doubted the man is human, though never doubting and believing it can't be something else are two entirely different propositions. Dean lives in the space between, waiting for his instincts to tell him which way to jump. He looks for physical markers, some kind of behavior or tic that could tip him off, but finds nothing except exactly what the Marquis has said: this is who he is.
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[Dean rakes his gaze up and down the Marquis. He's never doubted the man is human, though never doubting and believing it can't be something else are two entirely different propositions. Dean lives in the space between, waiting for his instincts to tell him which way to jump. He looks for physical markers, some kind of behavior or tic that could tip him off, but finds nothing except exactly what the Marquis has said: this is who he is.
Dean believes it. All the same:] Christo.