The idea that Tycho would never write poetry for anyone else affected him so deeply that he had to immediately pretend he hadn't heard it. Instead he fixated on the other point, which still tugged at his insides but was much easier to pretend to be cavalier about.
"You're going to have a whole room of the house you lock off from other people? You'll be like one of those sulky rich people in gothic romance novels," he pointed out. Ford hadn't read many novels but he seemed to remember mysterious men in mansions who forbid guests from entering the west wing or opening the attic door or whatnot being a staple trope of the genre. "They'll be convinced you've got some dark secret. Maybe they'll think you're a werewolf," he half-teased. "And that's your full moon lockup space."
"You're going to have a whole room of the house you lock off from other people? You'll be like one of those sulky rich people in gothic romance novels," he pointed out. Ford hadn't read many novels but he seemed to remember mysterious men in mansions who forbid guests from entering the west wing or opening the attic door or whatnot being a staple trope of the genre. "They'll be convinced you've got some dark secret. Maybe they'll think you're a werewolf," he half-teased. "And that's your full moon lockup space."
Set by Lady!