Lorne nods, looking down as he fetches the spell scroll and the Oneiros bottle from what seems to be the lining of his coat - he knows to appreciate hidden compartments, no matter what the context. The items resting carefully in the palms of his hands like he's seen people do in many a Chinese flick (the scroll held feather light by his thumbs, the bottle lying in the not quite steady cradle of his fingers) he holds them out for Madame Chen.
He bows his head, just the once, then looks up, almost in trepidation. These are very deep waters for someone like him; what he's become.
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Date: 2008-07-06 08:59 am (UTC)He bows his head, just the once, then looks up, almost in trepidation. These are very deep waters for someone like him; what he's become.