章 38: My Type

Conrad blinked.

There was a beat of silence. Even the noise from the cafeteria had faded into the background, and Connie was taken aback. 

Connie's impression of Oswald had been that of a laid-back individual who, compared to his colleagues, especially Meliora, was less dedicated to his work as an assassin. But he did take his maintenance at the hotel very seriously. 

If he were to describe Oswald, he would say that he is very patient with life, which was evident by his always relaxed expression. Oswald himself has even admitted that he firmly believed in the mindset that things would come his way as long as he remained patient. 

Because of that, it was difficult for Connie to be able to gain a read on his motives. If he had one. Such an instance was right now.