[ He laughs, quick and quiet but also genuine, from the throat. ]

We don't have to know now, but I like that. The Hangman's Papers, subject to change up to the date of printing if something else comes to you in a dream.

[ He lifts up one of the samples she left behind on his desk and tips it toward her in a little salute—one of parting, as she seems to be on her way out. Now it's clearly his professional responsibility to read all of this gossip, oh noooo. ]