[ Simple. Light. No explanation—it’s not By’s fault he’s a nobleman with a noble wife and a noble mistress, or that Bastien feels obliged to be deferential to their wishes and tentatively semi-formal at the least in their presences, and that living on their charity would make that ten or twenty times worse. There’s nothing By could do about it. They all are who they are. So there’s no need to get into it.
He nestles his forehead in close enough to rest against Byerly’s. ]
You could, though, of course. That might be enough to keep you in brocade.
no subject
I couldn’t do that.
[ Simple. Light. No explanation—it’s not By’s fault he’s a nobleman with a noble wife and a noble mistress, or that Bastien feels obliged to be deferential to their wishes and tentatively semi-formal at the least in their presences, and that living on their charity would make that ten or twenty times worse. There’s nothing By could do about it. They all are who they are. So there’s no need to get into it.
He nestles his forehead in close enough to rest against Byerly’s. ]
You could, though, of course. That might be enough to keep you in brocade.