She was enjoying the revelation that she was, actually, a person who could hold a surprising amount of liquor and function perfectly. “All I’m trying to say, Kare, is that I just get an uneasy vibe from him. Like he tells me he’s sorry to intrude. Like, hey, I know you’re gay and I’m not trying to muscle in here.” “Boy, are you over-interpreting. But suppose he was hinting that— isn’t that just being sensitive?” “More like being calculating. I felt a lot of very conscious self-containment in him. Like the way he always kept just the right respectful distance. And his voice pitched just so, like, I’m totally mild and non-threatening here.” “Susan. All these things from some slim guy in a suit, you’d like them. This guy looks strong and physical… it’s just your upperclass distrust of the lower orders.” Trying to jolly her a little. “He does look strong. He looks skinny edge-on and a yard wide frontwards. Why is a guy that age in that kind of shape?”
