For as large of a man as he is, Sandor's always been surprisingly graceful. He moves lightly, doesn't make much noise, doesn't disturb the environment around him unless he means to. It shouldn't be so easy for him to go unnoticed, but often it is. Probably a little easier here, with Wrench occupied and Sandor's footsteps largely rendered irrelevant.
Watching's what he does. Standing silent in the background and just observing had been one of the most significant aspects of his job as a Kingsguard, and it's an easy habit to fall back into. He is, in many ways, very much a voyeur.
Fun as it might be to fuck with the guy, his answer comes after only a couple of silent seconds.
TURN AROUND, YOU NANCE.
He shifts vaguely in his stance against the tree, just enough to draw a little more attention to himself with the movement. Nothing so cheerful as a wave, of course — it's a half of a nod at best, if you're feeling charitable.
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Watching's what he does. Standing silent in the background and just observing had been one of the most significant aspects of his job as a Kingsguard, and it's an easy habit to fall back into. He is, in many ways, very much a voyeur.
Fun as it might be to fuck with the guy, his answer comes after only a couple of silent seconds.
He shifts vaguely in his stance against the tree, just enough to draw a little more attention to himself with the movement. Nothing so cheerful as a wave, of course — it's a half of a nod at best, if you're feeling charitable.