[ His smile is wry and distinctly self deprecating, but he'll humor that with a lift and a drink regardless. ]
Appreciated. [ He slides into the not entirely comfortable wooden chair and under the table nudges the other one out for Byerly. ] So, what can you tell me about Benedict?
[ He casts his mind back, going thoughtful again as he digs for any memory of lead-up, of flirtatiousness between them prior to it. But, nope, coming up empty. He shakes his head. ]
Truly it was. Not quite my style, if you can believe it.
[ Which, well, would probably be more surprising to anyone who'd known Vanadi previous to arrival here. He has gotten a bit cagey lately. ]
[ He offers just cocked eyebrows and an apologetic shrug. He's had crasser moments, to be sure, and furthermore having enjoyed many of them is not quite a paragon of class himself, but it was still worthy of a little judgment. ]
Hm, most likely, in some capacity. The fellow's a mage and has no compunctions about using his magic. Early in our acquaintanceship - perhaps the first time we met - he attacked me with magic. Poor taste, really, and stupid to boot; that's the sort of thing that can get you cheerily skewered by a bloodthirsty Templar.
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Appreciated. [ He slides into the not entirely comfortable wooden chair and under the table nudges the other one out for Byerly. ] So, what can you tell me about Benedict?
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Oh, Benedict? Why do you want to know about him?
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[ much more polite to resort to gathering gossip behind his back! especially because, technically, he has permission to. ]
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[ He finishes sitting down. ]
You know the fellow is my assistant, yes?
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Well. Randomly offered blowjob aside, I can't say there really is any relationship.
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He offered you a blowjob? Surely not truly at random.
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Truly it was. Not quite my style, if you can believe it.
[ Which, well, would probably be more surprising to anyone who'd known Vanadi previous to arrival here. He has gotten a bit cagey lately. ]
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He was high, and he seems young. Sometimes it takes little else.
[ Like Vanadi isn't still young himself — but having exited that specific phase of life, he feels qualified to say it. ]
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And that's the man you picked for an assistant?
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[ Then, a shrug, and less facetiously - ]
Anyone who's fucked up that spectacularly that many times will either self-immolate or be one of the hardest workers you'll encounter.
[ Byerly knows this intimately, being a fuckup-turned-tryhard himself. ]
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From Tevinter, where slavery is regarded as a profitable career. Is that right?
[ look at him, slowly learning ]
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