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[If he was turning in for the night, he’d leave his gloves off unless he wasn’t sleeping alone. He isn’t though, he’s more likely to work throughout the night, and Jesper might remember to return with food eventually. He’ll have to quickly pull them on then. Still. He cautiously leaves his gloves off for now. Not even bothering with a towel and using his arm he wipes his face dry, feeling a little more alert for his efforts as he strides back to sit again, raising his leg onto the stool. He takes the gloves with him, setting them down right beside Inej on the phone for insurance.]


Mm? [It takes a moment for her words to filter into his mind, given his momentary distraction.] Expanding it will likely result in some more murders.


[She’s welcome that he bantered back off that joke, Inej. He pauses then though, because saying more means she’ll know if he doesn’t succeed. And Kaz Brekker never worries about failure.]


No, though. Well not just that. I have… [He blows out a small sigh.] It feels strange talking about this over this device.