There was not smile for Haven, though his comment was definitely humorous in another light. He shook his head, wondering what else he could pummel when his anger rose. Now, it was more his sadness that grew in leaps and bounds rather than rage. "Perhaps somevone more vorzhy of pommeling?" he added grimly, eyes devoid of laughter. Really, the world just seemed grey. He was moping, oh he knew. But not that he was about to go out and do something stupid. A bottle was all he had drunk in private in mourning for his lost love. After that, he focused on fishing and finding a boat. So far, his search had failed and no boat was in his possession.
The man noticed his wandering eyes. Anatoliy could not really say he had been trying to be subtle. He tried shrugging it off. "Ah, it is no vone, no vone important," he admitted, then silently cursed himself. The Russo had admitted he had been indeed looking for someone. At least he had not mentioned who that was. "Have you.. have you seen much of anyvone lately?" he asked nonchalantly, knowing it was far too obvious he was fishing for sightings of Anann. Was she still well?
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