Legal matter draws a slight, questioning frown, that deepens by degrees upon hearing the phrase in question. His answer is a moment in coming, stalled presumably by inspection of the papers, but largely in part while Ellis considers and then discards his own questions.
"Almost," Ellis tells her. "It's very close, what you have. But there's a different phrase for it, when you're talking about these sorts of partnerships."
Ellis speaks it aloud for her once, then a second time, slower, trying to flatten his accent enough so as not to mangle the pronunciation. It can be heard, how this is a variation on what she'd read aloud a moment ago, similar but deviating at the tail, a new set of syllables, accented accordingly.
"I can write it for you better, if you've a piece of scrap paper," he offers, loathe to make his mark on any sort of legal paper. His gaze lifts back to her, the question in his expression still there, still unspoken.
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"Almost," Ellis tells her. "It's very close, what you have. But there's a different phrase for it, when you're talking about these sorts of partnerships."
Ellis speaks it aloud for her once, then a second time, slower, trying to flatten his accent enough so as not to mangle the pronunciation. It can be heard, how this is a variation on what she'd read aloud a moment ago, similar but deviating at the tail, a new set of syllables, accented accordingly.
"I can write it for you better, if you've a piece of scrap paper," he offers, loathe to make his mark on any sort of legal paper. His gaze lifts back to her, the question in his expression still there, still unspoken.