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[impure_tale]

I don't know which incompetent trollop it is that's been assigned me this time, but it has been more than a week since the announcement and I have yet to hear a single word, much less see a face.

I require briefings on the Port. I want off this bilge-infested raft, and I'm not missing a chance to do so, nor am I going to place my life in unnecessary danger, just because someone else is failing to do their job.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Why apologize? I'm not offended. [He picks up the decanter] Would you like more?

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[major-west.livejournal.com]

I know. I'm not sure why I felt the need to apologise.

[He holds the glass out] Please.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[The Marquis tops him off -- so to speak. He's not going to forcefeed him wine and make him look like he's trying to get him drunk.]

I'm not going to throw you out on your arse for flirting, so long as you do not hold it against me for doing the same thing. I intend to control myself. You need not worry, here.