[Murdoc isn't entirely aware of his behaviour, but he has an idea. He honestly doesn't have any idea where he gets it from. It makes the tiniest part of him feel guilty, as if it's somehow his fault.
He narrows his eyes at the seemingly demure reaction, his good mood slowly wearing into something more serious.]
I can't imagine anyone genuinely enjoyin' his company. [He rolls his eyes.] You're far too accomodatin', Miss Maryam.
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He narrows his eyes at the seemingly demure reaction, his good mood slowly wearing into something more serious.]
I can't imagine anyone genuinely enjoyin' his company. [He rolls his eyes.] You're far too accomodatin', Miss Maryam.