Sloane takes the fact she voices no objection to mean she'll do it, or at least pretend to; and so he consider the matter settled for now, and replies to her statement during which he consumed the hors d' oeuvres.
"I dare say you're right, Ms Morgan. There is nothing more dangerous than a man of faith, acting on his convictions."
Which is a bit of a self-advertisement, but then again, why not? She appears to be fishing; let's see how she handles some bait, Sloane thinks.
"Except, perhaps, one who finds his old convictions less than satisfying. A dear friend and I used to joke that we shared an unsentimental patriotism and devotion to our wives, back in the day, and yet we came to... but you do not want to hear an old man's reflections. They're worse than overblown rethoric. Do you, Ms Morgan?"
She has eaten her hors d'oeuvre as well, without signs of either pleasure or displeasure, and the waiter, clearing the table, gives Sloane a bit of a concerned look. He's the chef's son, and has some professional pride. Sloane raises an eyebrow, and the waiter dissappears again.
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"I dare say you're right, Ms Morgan. There is nothing more dangerous than a man of faith, acting on his convictions."
Which is a bit of a self-advertisement, but then again, why not? She appears to be fishing; let's see how she handles some bait, Sloane thinks.
"Except, perhaps, one who finds his old convictions less than satisfying. A dear friend and I used to joke that we shared an unsentimental patriotism and devotion to our wives, back in the day, and yet we came to... but you do not want to hear an old man's reflections. They're worse than overblown rethoric. Do you, Ms Morgan?"
She has eaten her hors d'oeuvre as well, without signs of either pleasure or displeasure, and the waiter, clearing the table, gives Sloane a bit of a concerned look. He's the chef's son, and has some professional pride. Sloane raises an eyebrow, and the waiter dissappears again.