Ah. A most fatal mistake, my dear. [With a glint in her eye, Fitcher tips her face a little higher and further. It's a pretty angle on her; she knows it is.] What were your opinions?
Then I see no reason why Nikos Averesch would be so ill tempered. I believe he is neither. [A soft sound, as if something has occured to her only just now.] You didn't say that to him, did you? I think he would prefer if no one noticed.
And yet he also bristles when you talk to him like he's one of those common freemen he admires so much. Such an odd blend of proletarian envy and hauteur.
If it will get me out of the Gallows for a drink shared with decent company, then yes. I believe I can think of a few secrets to pretend to keep from you between now and then. Jealous ex-lovers and criminal connections and all that. I would hate to bore you, Ambassador.
[She drums her thumb there against his hand, her smile twitching briefly wide.]
When I'm not trapped here, I think I would very much like to be taken somewhere. Before you regale me with the details of your scars.
Not that much effort. What would take effort would be having you raise your hand against me without hating me and forswearing all contact with me entirely.
If you insist on being serious about the whole affair.
[Her hand slides far enough to tug at his ear lobe, then falls away.]
But I suspect you recognize the difference. Otherwise those disreputable houses would only just tolerate you, and you are too poor to be indulged for long.
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Utterly mad and radical, of course. That perhaps we oughtn't let every peasant and gutter-rat choose who gets to be king.
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And yet he also bristles when you talk to him like he's one of those common freemen he admires so much. Such an odd blend of proletarian envy and hauteur.
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[A quirked eyebrow like Ah well. Her thumb moves absently across his knuckles.]
Has your shirt recovered from the incident?
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[She smiles, settling a little more deeply into her pillow. ] However did you let yourself be drawn into that trap in the first place?
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What a novel approach to interrogation. Did you glean anything like what you wanted from it?
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But yes, I learned a few things.
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Should I expect an invitation to drinks soon as well?
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[She drums her thumb there against his hand, her smile twitching briefly wide.]
When I'm not trapped here, I think I would very much like to be taken somewhere. Before you regale me with the details of your scars.
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[ He raises her hand to his lips. ]
All your wickedness.
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[She laughs, turning her hand just so as to set her knuckles to his mouth.]
I'll inform you when I'm feeling up to being abducted. But you must swear to be as much of a scoundrel about it as you're able.
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[She slips her hand from his in favor of delivering a firm pat to his cheek.]
I trust you to be imaginative, but it will take some effort to convince me to raise a hand against this handsome face you're so proud of.
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[Her hand slides far enough to tug at his ear lobe, then falls away.]
But I suspect you recognize the difference. Otherwise those disreputable houses would only just tolerate you, and you are too poor to be indulged for long.
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Was too poor. Now I am powerful, and can move mountains. Or at least a mid-sized anthill.
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How dare you. Those are my family recipes.
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I prefer the word slender, thank you, madame.
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