This is truly odd.  Something that Keltham has been doing his whole life, without really focusing on it that much, became weirdly much easier.  He's aware of his posture, what his posture is saying, how he could change it to project different emotions outward.  He knows - what he could say, to express these thoughts, or even to lie - but exactly because of that, it feels much more like any words he said would be something like a lie, a pose, at least until he became used to this state and it became more natural.  He could fling his arms wide and announce how overjoyed he is, and make it look real, or speak with quietly subdued enthusiasm, and make that look real, but Keltham does not know, under this spell, how to do anything that is real.

Eh, might as well go all in while it lasts.

"This is really rather odd," Keltham says with a much more charming smile than any girls, or indeed, anyone in greater existence, has ever seen on his face before.  "But distracting from magic, I fear.  I hope I am not taking too much of security's valuable time if I ask them to bide a short before Hasting me, until this wears off; no more than eight minutes should it be, and maybe less."

This is truly odd.  Something that Keltham has been doing his whole life, without really focusing on it that much, became weirdly much easier.  He's aware of his posture, what his posture is saying, how he could change it to project different emotions outward.  He knows - what he could say, to express these thoughts, or even to lie - but exactly because of that, it feels much more like any words he said would be something like a lie, a pose, at least until he became used to this state and it became more natural.  He could fling his arms wide and announce how overjoyed he is, and make it look real, or speak with quietly subdued enthusiasm, and make that look real, but Keltham does not know, under this spell, how to do anything that is real.

Eh, might as well go all in while it lasts.

"This is really rather odd," Keltham says with a much more charming smile than any girl here, or indeed, anyone in greater existence, has seen on his face before.  "But distracting from magic, I fear.  I hope I am not taking too much of security's valuable time if I ask them to bide a short before Hasting me, until this wears off; no more than eight minutes should it be, and maybe less."

This is truly odd.  Something that Keltham has been doing his whole life, without really focusing on it that much, became weirdly much easier.  He's aware of his posture, what his posture is saying, how he could change it to project different emotions outward.  He knows - what he could say, to express these thoughts, or even to lie - but exactly because of that, it feels much more like any words he said would be something like a lie, a pose, at least until he became used to this state and it became more natural.  He could fling his arms wide and announce how overjoyed he is, and make it look real, or speak with quietly subdued enthusiasm, and make that look real, but Keltham does not know, under this spell, how to do anything that is real.

Eh, might as well go all in while it lasts.

"This is really rather odd," Keltham says with a much more charming smile than any girl here, or indeed, anyone in greater existence, has seen on his face before.  "But distracting from magic, I fear.  I hope I am not taking too much of security's valuable time if I ask them to bide a short while before Hasting me, until this wears off; no more than eight minutes should it be, and maybe less."

This is truly odd.  Something that Keltham has been doing his whole life, without really focusing on it that much, became weirdly much easier.  He's aware of his posture, what his posture is saying, how he could change it to project different emotions outward.  He knows - what he could say, to express these thoughts, or even to lie - but exactly because of that, it feels much more like any words he said would be something like a lie, a pose, at least until he became used to this state and it became more natural.  He could fling his arms wide and announce how overjoyed he is, and make it look real, or speak with quietly subdued enthusiasm, and make that look real, but Keltham does not know, under this spell, how to do anything that is real.

Eh, might as well go all in while it lasts.

"This is really rather odd," Keltham says with a much more charming smile than any girl here, or indeed, anyone in greater existence, has seen on his face before.  "But distracting from magic, I fear.  I hope I am not taking too much of security's valuable time if I ask them to bide a short while before Hasting me, until this wears off; no more than eight minutes should it be, and maybe less."  Interesting how 'dashing gentleman' Baseline rhythms are coming out in Taldane; he hopes it's at all accurate and not just silly.

This is truly odd.  Something that Keltham has been doing his whole life, without really focusing on it that much, became weirdly much easier.  He's aware of his posture, what his posture is saying, how he could change it to project different emotions outward.  He knows - what he could say, to express these thoughts, or even to lie - but exactly because of that, it feels much more like any words he said would be something like a lie, a pose, at least until he became used to this state and it became more natural.  He could fling his arms wide and announce how overjoyed he is, and make it look real, or speak with quietly subdued enthusiasm, and make that look real, but Keltham does not know, under this spell, how to do anything that is real.

Eh, might as well go all in while it lasts.

"This is really rather odd," Keltham says with a more charming smile than any girl here, or indeed, anyone in greater existence, has seen on his face before.  "But distracting from magic, I fear.  I hope I am not taking too much of security's valuable time if I ask them to bide a short while before Hasting me, until this wears off; no more than eight minutes should it be, and maybe less."  Interesting how 'dashing gentleman' Baseline rhythms are coming out in Taldane; he hopes it's at all accurate and not just silly.