Savino smiled wryly at that suggestion. “Perhaps I will,” he offered vaguely. “I know Mr. Urquart’s daughter.” Perhaps that was a better reason to not appeal to him, though; he thought it fairly likely the former Minister would have more questions about his being Ruby’s Italian friend than anything to do with Mysteries, and he did not want to give any false impressions there.
“But thank you for all your help here,” Savino added to his saviour of the day, moving swiftly on from the thought of Ruby’s father, open-minded man though he might be. “Might I speak to you again sometime,” he added, peering hopefully at Mr. Prewett, fellow Seer that he was, and giving him another wry, tired smile, “– about things you can discuss, at least?” He would not say they had made friends through this, smoking on the bookshop steps, but Savino fancied they were on cordial terms, at least, so he would count that as a win.
“But thank you for all your help here,” Savino added to his saviour of the day, moving swiftly on from the thought of Ruby’s father, open-minded man though he might be. “Might I speak to you again sometime,” he added, peering hopefully at Mr. Prewett, fellow Seer that he was, and giving him another wry, tired smile, “– about things you can discuss, at least?” He would not say they had made friends through this, smoking on the bookshop steps, but Savino fancied they were on cordial terms, at least, so he would count that as a win.
