Of course you do. And maybe some black shoes or a pristine white shirt to go with that. It's official: My lord's copotype is Regular Cop. I'll let everyone know. I'll send out a telefax.
Intellect
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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Of course you do. And maybe some black shoes or a pristine white shirt to go with that. It's official: My lord's copotype is Regular Cop. I'll let everyone know. I'll send out a telefax.
We're not detecting falsehoods, sire. He's gearing up to admit the truth.
He is trying to avoid lying to you outright in case you really have been to his apartment.
An infant could see he's not telling the truth -- but he's too scared to admit more wrongdoing.
This man respects authority too much to see you for what you are. Pretend thou art a sober man!
'Tis true sire. This man simply did not know what he was getting caught up in.
Uncomfortable shifting around doesn't make him the killer, though. It's something else.
We're detecting sincere contrition here, sire. He's not trying to flatter anyone.
He didn't kill him or anything, but there's something going on here.
His smile, meant to convey total openness, is that of an experienced salesman.
Degenerates? This man respects authority too much to see the truth inscribed upon thine own visage. Pretend thou art a paragon of virtue.
Spit flies from your mouth to your moustache, your chest, the ground before you... No sound though.
Spit flies from your mouth, spraying your chest and landing on the ground before you. No sound though.
He's gloating at you. Oh, it's so easy for Mr. Teacher!
The tune on your lips forms a strange, yet undeniably beautiful contrast with the surrounding bleakness.
Can't write a scene without knowing the actors. Ask more, get comfortable around her.