Dali didn’t respond. He stood, looked around the room, and spied the pile of clothing that he and Gavin had left behind.
“That would be great,” Matthew nodded exuberantly. “Clothes. Yes. I’m cold. If you would be so kind…”
Dali picked up a shirt.
“Okay, a shirt is at least a start.” Matthew lifted both arms. “Thank you.”
Dali stared, his gaze cold and hard. He began to spin the cloth in his hands twisting it into a…Matthew sighed and dropped both arms. A rope. When Dali stepped forward, Matthew tucked his hands behind the back of the chair without being asked. Why bother to wait for the inevitable?
Gavin, as if in response to Matthew’s thought, got himself a sharp glance when he lifted a palm to his forehead and closed his eyes. Matthew could only shrug, albeit mentally. What was he s
