Bien sûr. Just be sure, whatever you do to me, you are ready for me to do something [ he gestures vaguely in lieu of trying to actually quantify taking the beard oil vs. bastard fake-out ] however many times worse.
[ And now he wants a cigarette. He fishes around in his clothes for the necessary supplies. While he's doing that, he finds some coins and holds them out. ]
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He's still smiling.]
A little below the belt, mate, don't you think?
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I’m Orlesian. We have no sense of proportion when it comes to revenge.
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[ Do your worst, etc. ]
But she was good, non? She looked the part. Not much commitment, but she is twelve.
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She had me for a moment, but she got sloppy on the details. Or. Well. There were things she couldn't have known.
[He smiles around his cigarette.]
I plan to keep it that way, you fucking monster.
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You don’t want to be a papa?
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I can barely keep my own shit together. Not about to inflict that on some unsuspecting sprog.
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[He's actually touched.]
...but don't think buttering me up will make your punishment any less dire.
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[He puffs thoughtfully at his cigarette.]
...mate, you fucking escalated.
[It's honestly impressive.]
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[ And now he wants a cigarette. He fishes around in his clothes for the necessary supplies. While he's doing that, he finds some coins and holds them out. ]
Here. It is what I was going to pay her.
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Nah, she gave me a good performance. It was worth the coin.
[Since his Cigarette Things were already out, he offers Bastien his matchbook.]