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[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]

Clearly you've never spent much time with actors.

[fairforce]

I haven't. But I still believe what I believe.

[bouchonne]

All right. What else?

[fairforce]

Genuinely?

If the topic is close to mind, that makes me think there's hope.

[bouchonne]

Ah, I shall be tormented with guilt over my misdeeds?

[fairforce]

You wouldn't have guilt if you were truly wicked.

[bouchonne]

Hmm. Well, then I'm one of those insufferable types that you see in operas. Lamenting their wicked deeds, but unable to stop themselves. Don't you hate them? They have those long recitatives...

[fairforce]

I'll have to take you at your word. I'm not familiar enough with operas to know the type.

[bouchonne]

Really? How many operas have you seen?

[fairforce]

One?

[bouchonne]

Lady Seeker.

[fairforce]

It's better than none!

[bouchonne]

Lady Seeker, I demand four - no, six - evenings over the next two months.

[fairforce]

Oh, I don't know...

[bouchonne]

[ A Leaderly Voice: ]

That is an order, Seeker Hart.

[fairforce]

[She laughs.]

Oh, don't! Six is so many!

[bouchonne]

Six nights of having the Ambassador's ear to bend as you will. There are some who would kill for the opportunity.

[fairforce]

Mm, but hopefully I'll be too busy enjoying myself. And the Ambassador will be too busy explaining the operas to be in between scenes.

[bouchonne]

Maker, that sounds like an amazing time.

[fairforce]

It does, doesn't it? I'm so pleased you thought to force me into going.

Are operas performed in Kirkwall?

[bouchonne]

Of course! This city is dull, but not that dull. And it certainly wasn't my intention to do a one-man performance of the classics; while that would be a far superior way to experience them, I don't have all the costumes.

[fairforce]

But that sounds so amusing! Surely you could improvise some costumes. We used to do plays on Funalis with old robes and things, and we were children--and not nearly as imaginative as I'm sure you are.

[bouchonne]

[ !!! ]

Lady Seeker! You used to be an actress? How could you withhold this vital information!

[fairforce]

I was not an actress! I was a child, standing as still as I could, pretending to be a tree.

[bouchonne]

An impossibly demanding role. I'd never even dream of a part as rigorous as tree.

[ There's an undeniable sort of warmth in his teasing. A wicked and irredeemable man, indeed. ]