contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[bouchonne]

[ A little laugh - and it's a genuine one. Then, in his broadest Fereldan accent - ]

We shall stand ever steadfast against the slender, decadent Orlesian redheads coming to conquer our hearts.

[ And then: ]

You are beautiful. I do want you with me.

[coquettish_trees]

[ She smiles, touched, and then curls herself so she can murmur low and honeyed in his ear in her most fluid Orlesian one: ]

There is only one part of you that stands steadfast against Orlesians.

[ A gentle little nip at his ear for punctuation. ]

You let us climb all over you. But I am merciful and shall not tell your queen.

[bouchonne]

[ Mock scandalized: ]

You filthy little minx.

[ And then, with a wry smile: ]

Rest assured that my queen already knows. In my missives - "here is where my judgment is compromised."

[coquettish_trees]

[ She puts her chin on his shoulder and folds her arms around him. Softly: ]

You are so good.

[ Then an energetic kiss for the side of his neck, and a squeeze, and she lets go. ]

They will make you work soon. We have to eat the cake, or Bastien will feel unappreciated.

[bouchonne]

[ Good? He's just well-trained. But: ]

Agreed.

[ He leans over and grabs for it. This time, he does just grip a great big handful of the stuff, and shoves it right in his face. ]

Mm. Not bad.

[coquettish_trees]

[ And she laughs, a peal of surprise and delight, before affecting an absolutely scandalized look. ]

Such manners my Lord Ambassador!

[ Battle lines drawn. Her eyes sparkle. ]