Luca didn’t know if he was envious of or annoyed by the way Matti held himself: calm and still, as though he were waiting with unconscious ease for the attention in the room to centre upon him, knowing he wouldn’t have to lift a finger. And he didn’t. They could have been in a packed Guildhall, or the busiest market in Glassport, and Luca wouldn’t have wanted to look at anything else.
