[And such a formal question requires a proper response. Kurloz wets his lips nervously and answers, voice soft and broken from disuse, far deeper than he remembers:]
Yes.
[He has to fight with his body's now instinctive response to using his voice, gritting his teeth to stop his jaw from working to bite out his tongue, fingers white as they grip his chair to stop from cramming his knuckles into his mouth to keep his tongue safe. He keeps his eyes on Rhys though, refusing to look away.]
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Yes.
[He has to fight with his body's now instinctive response to using his voice, gritting his teeth to stop his jaw from working to bite out his tongue, fingers white as they grip his chair to stop from cramming his knuckles into his mouth to keep his tongue safe. He keeps his eyes on Rhys though, refusing to look away.]