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[bouchonne]

As Fool, you could order him to shave.

[heirring]

He has already agreed to be somewhat mortified. I couldn't inflict further cruelty on the gentleman.

No Mr. Rutyer, I'm afraid it will have to be something else.

[bouchonne]

Yes, I suppose he might start seeking assignment in the Deep Roads. Very well. Perhaps you could start singing a bawdy song?

[heirring]

Even worse. I cannot sing for anything.

Could I not simply threaten to show my entire leg? Or to conscript everyone and force them into a play war?

[bouchonne]

Ooh! Yes, that latter one is perfect!

[heirring]

Done. But if the party seems amenable to the idea, you must pretend not to notice until the first clash of armies occurs on the dance floor.

[bouchonne]

We'll need a code-word for when it's played out to your liking. Perhaps - bellow, Orlesians, to me, and I'll know to stop it then.

[heirring]

Then it's settled. And in the interim, I will attempt to create a few charming messes for you to complicate with your own rules and so on and so forth.

[A very pause - so brief it is hardly there - is followed by an abrupt heel turn.]

Answer me in honesty, Mr. Rutyer. After the party, should I find this election offensive?

[bouchonne]

In honesty?

[ A moment of thought as he tries to put himself in her odd little shoes. Then he decides - ]

No.

[heirring]

No. [Brisk agreement, wholly satisfied by his answer.] I thought so as well.

[bouchonne]

Oh? What is the basis of your belief?

[heirring]

As for the vote, the rules of the evening insist that the ruler have some sway over it and no one would give that sort of thing to anyone they truly disliked or thought a true bore. And your testimony must be reliable on account of how you insist so often on being disagreeable.

[bouchonne]

Hm. An interesting interpretation.

[heirring]

Oh don't say it that way. We will only end up arguing.

[bouchonne]

What way did I say it?

[heirring]

In such a way as to invite 'What is your interpretation, Ambassador?' and then whatever you elect to say will be something designed to irritate, and I will be irritated, and then we will have no choice but to fight.

[bouchonne]

Pray tell, why do you presume that what I say will be designed to irritate?

[heirring]

Honestly I haven't the slightest idea, and yet I have complete faith that you would have found your way directly to something.

[bouchonne]

So why did you bother asking me?

[heirring]

As you said, you're well acquainted playing the role and, forgive me for saying so, you are predictable when it comes to the subject of yourself.

If it were demeaning, you would relish in saying so. And who better to ask? You can hardly expect a dear friend to give you the unvarnished truth in such things.

[bouchonne]

And yet you assume that my underlying reason is something despicable, in which case my reassurance is nothing of the sort.

[heirring]

Despicable? [She scoffs.] Hardly.

[bouchonne]

You do not wish to hear it because you think you would despise it, no? Therefore, despicable.

[heirring]

It is a question of intent, Mr. Rutyer.

[bouchonne]

I don't understand. So it wouldn't be a despicable idea, but my intent would make it despicable.