Anzu laughs at the joke all the same, and at Artemy's brief awkwardness — not like he's sneering at him, but like he's charmed and quite at ease with being frank about himself and his, nu, situation.
"Funny thou say'st so, since ... ah, I suppose we are, though maybe not in the way thou mean'st, darling," he says. "But the term's transistor, back where we were born. Those what are more sensitive to, nu ..." he pauses, considering how to put it. "Feh, we call it the Silver back home, but I suppose a more universal term is ah, spirit world. My Leyb's one of the finest conduits I've met, and, ah. Never trained not, at that."
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Anzu laughs at the joke all the same, and at Artemy's brief awkwardness — not like he's sneering at him, but like he's charmed and quite at ease with being frank about himself and his, nu, situation.
"Funny thou say'st so, since ... ah, I suppose we are, though maybe not in the way thou mean'st, darling," he says. "But the term's transistor, back where we were born. Those what are more sensitive to, nu ..." he pauses, considering how to put it. "Feh, we call it the Silver back home, but I suppose a more universal term is ah, spirit world. My Leyb's one of the finest conduits I've met, and, ah. Never trained not, at that."