The thin smile broke into a grin; the boy was entirely too pleased. He took his time drawing the line of the arm, adding the letter to the crossed off list. "No," he almost purred. "No T."

Now then.... Albedo slid a hand up to his face, tapping a finger against his cheek. "Hmm," he mused, considering the options. The added bonus of stretching the man's patience was beautiful, and this was turning into his most favorite game. He'd have to manipulate Klavier into playing again. But, for now, a question. Going back to his previous queries were rejected. It would shift his mood, and slip him out of the position of power by giving himself away. No, Albedo wasn't willing to do that. And getting information on Rubedo by a stranger. No. That wasn't acceptable. So something else. Preferably something that would push Klavier a little more over the edge.

"You seem to see clearly, in black and white. I'm afraid I've never had the luxury. Tell me, Klavier." This was all said properly, an adult undercurrent beneath the amusement. A wolf in sheep's clothing, indeed. "What's the worst you've ever done?"