"Are you dismayed that I'm not as especially clever as you'd hoped?"
"Partly," I snort, "particularly since her other man isn't much for brains. I was rather hoping you'd balance out the equation."
He smokes, I drink. "Considering all those people you mentioned, I'd agree with you completely, except for the flaws. Truly, it's only due to perspective but I believe it's key. Of those three people, I only recall two, and only one, Verdandi, from recently."
"Yes, now," I shake my head, "you should have gotten out of the situation before it happened. Maybe some of your brains got taken with the memories." That can happen. You mean to just make someone forget last week and then end up with a man who's forgotten how to put pants on or why it's a bad idea to play with yourself in public.
He makes some empty compliment about my talent at swearing and I wave my hand dismissively. Trying to get on my good side. But he continues, "I'm not a murderer," and I'm even-toned as I continue, "And I don't favor patricide as a solution, not even for my father. However, if it were possible, I would gladly trade locations with him immediately. Why deny him the full pleasure of your irritated company, yes? Truly, I would see it as just desserts and I could likely arrange a meeting later."
"First of all, the more fool you." I say, pouring another drink. "And if you need any more reason for me to be pissed at you, then that's it. That man should have been killed years ago, and your excuse for not doing it is 'I don't do that'. Not a reason. When something needs doing, you fucking do it. And at worst, if you faint at the sight of blood or whatever...though there are certainly ways around that, I don't know why the fuck you'd go near enough to him to allow this to happen."
I shake a cigarette out of my own pack and light it, "And for whatever reason, Glass has asked me not to kill your father. She might want to handle it herself, I don't know. And sit down. We're not done." Maybe she doesn't want to take care of it herself, but I see no reason I can't drag him back and seal him in her cellar until he regrows his brain cells.
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"Partly," I snort, "particularly since her other man isn't much for brains. I was rather hoping you'd balance out the equation."
He smokes, I drink. "Considering all those people you mentioned, I'd agree with you completely, except for the flaws. Truly, it's only due to perspective but I believe it's key. Of those three people, I only recall two, and only one, Verdandi, from recently."
"Yes, now," I shake my head, "you should have gotten out of the situation before it happened. Maybe some of your brains got taken with the memories." That can happen. You mean to just make someone forget last week and then end up with a man who's forgotten how to put pants on or why it's a bad idea to play with yourself in public.
He makes some empty compliment about my talent at swearing and I wave my hand dismissively. Trying to get on my good side. But he continues, "I'm not a murderer," and I'm even-toned as I continue, "And I don't favor patricide as a solution, not even for my father. However, if it were possible, I would gladly trade locations with him immediately. Why deny him the full pleasure of your irritated company, yes? Truly, I would see it as just desserts and I could likely arrange a meeting later."
"First of all, the more fool you." I say, pouring another drink. "And if you need any more reason for me to be pissed at you, then that's it. That man should have been killed years ago, and your excuse for not doing it is 'I don't do that'. Not a reason. When something needs doing, you fucking do it. And at worst, if you faint at the sight of blood or whatever...though there are certainly ways around that, I don't know why the fuck you'd go near enough to him to allow this to happen."
I shake a cigarette out of my own pack and light it, "And for whatever reason, Glass has asked me not to kill your father. She might want to handle it herself, I don't know. And sit down. We're not done." Maybe she doesn't want to take care of it herself, but I see no reason I can't drag him back and seal him in her cellar until he regrows his brain cells.