Mistborn #04 The Alloy of Law

small ceramic cup. He eyed it, then grabbed a glass tube from a rack on the desk and shook it.
    “Here,” he said, holding it up for her to study. There was a clear liquid in it. “Does this look blue to you?”
    “Er … no? Should it?”
    “Apparently not,” he said. He shook the tube again. “Huh.” He set the tube aside.
    She stood silently. It was so hard not to recall the sight of him breaking through the line of tables, gun in hand as he expertly felled two of the men trying to haul her out into the night. Or the sight of him soaring through the air—gunshots exploding up from beneath, the chandeliers shattering and crystal spraying light around him—as he shot a man from midair and dropped to rescue his friend.
    She was talking to a legend. And he was wearing a pair of very silly goggles.
    Waxillium raised them to his forehead. “I’m trying to figure out what alloy they used in those guns.”
    “The aluminum ones?” she asked, curious.
    “Yes, but they’re not pure aluminum. They’re something stronger, and the grain is wrong. I’ve never seen this alloy before. And the bullets must be yet another new alloy; I’ll need to test those next. As a side note, I’m not certain if you appreciate the advantages you possess living in the City.”
    “Oh, I’d say I’m aware of many of them.”
    He grinned. Oddly, he looked younger today than he had on their previous meetings. “I suppose that perhaps you do. I was referring specifically to the ease of shopping you enjoy here.”
    “Shopping?”
    “Yes, shopping! Marvelous convenience. Out in Weathering, if I wanted a gas burner that could reach the high temperatures required for testing alloys, I had to special-order it and wait for the right railway cars to come. Then I had to hope the equipment arrived without being damaged or broken.
    “Here, however, I merely needed to send a few lads out with a list. In hours, I could set up an entire lab.” He shook his head. “I feel so spoiled. And you seem hesitant about something. Is it the sulfur? I needed to test the gunpowder in the bullets, you see … and, well, I suppose I should open a window.”
    I will not be nervous around him. “It’s not that, my lord Ladrian.”
    “Please, feel free to call me ‘Wax’ or ‘Waxillium,’” he said, walking over to a window. She noticed that he stood to the side as he opened it, never standing directly in the line of sight of anyone outside. The cautious behavior was natural to him, and he didn’t even seem to notice what he was doing. “There’s no need to be formal with me. I have a rule—saving my life entitles you to use my given name.”
    “You saved mine first, I believe.”
    “Yes. But I was already in your debt, you see.”
    “Because?”
    “Because you gave me an excellent excuse to shoot things,” he replied, sitting down at his desk and making a few notations on a pad there. “That seems to be something I’d been needing for quite some time.” He looked up and smiled at her. “The hesitance?”
    “Should we be alone in the room, Lord Waxillium?”
    “Why not?” he said, sounding genuinely confused. “Is there a mass murderer hiding in the wardrobe that I somehow missed?”
    “I was actually referring to propriety, my lord.”
    He sat for a moment, then smacked his forehead. “I apologize. You’ll have to forgive me for being a buffoon. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to … Never mind. If you’re uncomfortable, I’ll go call Tillaume back.” He rose, striding past her.
    “Lord Waxillium!” she said. “ I’m not uncomfortable. I assure you. I simply didn’t want to put you in an awkward position.”
    “Awkward?”
    “Yes.” Now she felt like a right fool. “Please. I didn’t mean to make a fuss.”
    “Very well, then,” he said. “To be honest, I really had forgotten about things like this. It’s basically nonsense, you realize.”
    “Propriety is nonsense?”
    “Too much in high society is built around the idea of making certain you don’t need to trust anyone,” Waxillium said. “Contracts, detailed operating reports, not being seen alone with an eligible member of the opposite gender. If you remove the foundation of trust from a relationship, then what is the point of that relationship?”
    This from someone who is marrying Steris for the express purpose of exploiting her wealth? She felt bad for the thought. It was very difficult not to feel bitter sometimes.
    She moved on quickly.