1 Work in The Black Opera - Mary Gentle
By the time he’d found the man a black tunic that might moreorless fit, Conrad had had time to consider the potential cost of his amusement.
“Signore Conte,” he said formally to the man frowning at slightly too tight seams in the mirror. “You are a guest in my house and all its resources are of course yours to draw upon as you please. I must ask you to accept my apology for not making this clear earlier.”
Roberto considered Conrad’s reflection. “No.” he said slowly. “I don’t think so. Not this time.”