There are so many ways to respond. To push back; to repeat; to crack down; to ignore. He could respond to the statement in kind -- no, you couldn't provoke me, or it's never happened before. Any one of those could potentially say a great deal about who Gregor is and what kind of regime he runs.
Gregor lets a few full, even breaths pass while he regards Jedao. He doesn't need the time to think of his response. He means to set a slow pace, not a snappy conversation. No demanded responses, here. -- And, anyway, Gregor knows well that the most powerful response to unimportant defiance is simply, quietly, untheatrically, to allow it.
"Then I'd rather you didn't," he says, mildly. He doesn't follow that up with anything; no explanation, no further questions. After a brief pause, he leans in. "Pardon my liberty," he says, polite and even, and proceeds to check the places where restraints are against Jedao's bare skin. They are medical restraints, the type difficult to injure oneself on, but not impossible, and Gregor would hardly rule out someone overenthusiastic or a hint careless tightening it too much. He checks for injury, not for security, brief and dispassionate, and then he leans back again, apparently at ease, his eyes on Jedao.
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There are so many ways to respond. To push back; to repeat; to crack down; to ignore. He could respond to the statement in kind -- no, you couldn't provoke me, or it's never happened before. Any one of those could potentially say a great deal about who Gregor is and what kind of regime he runs.
Gregor lets a few full, even breaths pass while he regards Jedao. He doesn't need the time to think of his response. He means to set a slow pace, not a snappy conversation. No demanded responses, here. -- And, anyway, Gregor knows well that the most powerful response to unimportant defiance is simply, quietly, untheatrically, to allow it.
"Then I'd rather you didn't," he says, mildly. He doesn't follow that up with anything; no explanation, no further questions. After a brief pause, he leans in. "Pardon my liberty," he says, polite and even, and proceeds to check the places where restraints are against Jedao's bare skin. They are medical restraints, the type difficult to injure oneself on, but not impossible, and Gregor would hardly rule out someone overenthusiastic or a hint careless tightening it too much. He checks for injury, not for security, brief and dispassionate, and then he leans back again, apparently at ease, his eyes on Jedao.