[As Castiel thanks him and disappears in an instant, Barnabas is left with the slightest upward pull to the corner of his mouth. For all one can claim their power, or even radiate such, it is altogether different to witness it. Barnabas' cold, dark eyes remain fixated where Castiel once was, focusing on the abandoned tea. For a moment he looks lost in thought. Contemplating the realities between them, their similarities, their differences. That which he was explaining, and perhaps the metaphor served, perhaps it didn't...time will certainly tell.
Then, without prompt from anything specifically, he turns his attention towards the others that are not too far off from him. Those that are likewise conversing and gossiping as they have been implored to do.
Silently and absently, he sets off to perhaps join, despite his disinclination. As far as he's concerned, he's like as not already met the most interesting conversationalist here. Oh well.]
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Then, without prompt from anything specifically, he turns his attention towards the others that are not too far off from him. Those that are likewise conversing and gossiping as they have been implored to do.
Silently and absently, he sets off to perhaps join, despite his disinclination. As far as he's concerned, he's like as not already met the most interesting conversationalist here. Oh well.]