[ Alexandrie mirrors the movement— plink— and sits at attention in preparation for the very serious endeavor of getting involved in other people's personal affairs.
With the air of one giving a report: ]
I was given to know that he approached you to speak on the matter of that dream we all seem to have shared; that he had dreamed he had gone upon a mission to assassinate you and your compatriots to prevent you from creating some manner of shatteringly destructive weapon for the Venatori whilst in captivity, and to suggest you be trained in ways to prevent the possibility of that occurrence in the waking world, the taking of your own life inclusive.
[ It's really a far cry from the gay chatter that is their standard fair. Alexandrie is stillness and clarity rather than airy ebullience. Her hands fold in her lap. ]
I surmised that the last had been the cause of conflict. He told me it was not, and that in fact you had agreed quite readily. I inquired after what had caused it, and he expressed he had not the slightest of ideas save that you had asked him if he thought you to be frivolous in nature, pressed him to admit such, and were furious with him when he did, as if he should already have known you might be very capable of producing widespread calamity.
I offered to speak with you on the subject to see if I might understand where he did not, he told me he should prefer I not invite your displeasure and to drop the entire matter if it seemed it might imperil our friendship, and I am roundly ignoring his request because I hardly think you likely to make such transference.
[ A slight lift of her shoulders, and she smiles with wry self-acknowledgement. ]
For my own part, I should very much like to know what transpired because I am entirely sure he did something terribly insensitive without recognizing it in the slightest and I should like to know what it is so I might attempt to set him to rights about it, which is a shameful pleasure of mine.
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With the air of one giving a report: ]
I was given to know that he approached you to speak on the matter of that dream we all seem to have shared; that he had dreamed he had gone upon a mission to assassinate you and your compatriots to prevent you from creating some manner of shatteringly destructive weapon for the Venatori whilst in captivity, and to suggest you be trained in ways to prevent the possibility of that occurrence in the waking world, the taking of your own life inclusive.
[ It's really a far cry from the gay chatter that is their standard fair. Alexandrie is stillness and clarity rather than airy ebullience. Her hands fold in her lap. ]
I surmised that the last had been the cause of conflict. He told me it was not, and that in fact you had agreed quite readily. I inquired after what had caused it, and he expressed he had not the slightest of ideas save that you had asked him if he thought you to be frivolous in nature, pressed him to admit such, and were furious with him when he did, as if he should already have known you might be very capable of producing widespread calamity.
I offered to speak with you on the subject to see if I might understand where he did not, he told me he should prefer I not invite your displeasure and to drop the entire matter if it seemed it might imperil our friendship, and I am roundly ignoring his request because I hardly think you likely to make such transference.
[ A slight lift of her shoulders, and she smiles with wry self-acknowledgement. ]
For my own part, I should very much like to know what transpired because I am entirely sure he did something terribly insensitive without recognizing it in the slightest and I should like to know what it is so I might attempt to set him to rights about it, which is a shameful pleasure of mine.