[Most definitely not. Ordinarily he'd protest, since cameras were the same as any other piece of technology—just a means to an end—but something about that choice of phrasing distracts him. Reminds him of something else, of a machine that existed outside such rules. Waiting in the hangar, restrained by aggravating rules. But certainly like a lifeline.
Certainly, it would've been the end of the world. Just not this one.
Seems negotiations are over, anyway, so he'll peer at Prompto's hands. He waves off the blanket, recognizing his loss, and focuses on the task at hand. This close, his eyes are a vivid green; bargained down, the harsher edge to his tone fades to smooth intonation. Diplomatic and cordial, the charming serpent of Gjllarhorn.]
Scroll. And send them all to my device, once you're through.
[Time to dust off those inspection gloves... well, so to speak.]
no subject
[Most definitely not. Ordinarily he'd protest, since cameras were the same as any other piece of technology—just a means to an end—but something about that choice of phrasing distracts him. Reminds him of something else, of a machine that existed outside such rules. Waiting in the hangar, restrained by aggravating rules. But certainly like a lifeline.
Certainly, it would've been the end of the world. Just not this one.
Seems negotiations are over, anyway, so he'll peer at Prompto's hands. He waves off the blanket, recognizing his loss, and focuses on the task at hand. This close, his eyes are a vivid green; bargained down, the harsher edge to his tone fades to smooth intonation. Diplomatic and cordial, the charming serpent of Gjllarhorn.]
Scroll. And send them all to my device, once you're through.
[Time to dust off those inspection gloves... well, so to speak.]