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Lovely.

Yes Admiral, I think this shall do quite nicely; the accommodations are perfect and you have truly outdone yourself.

As for the rest of you, I trust I was not gone too long to have been forgotten, oui?

(ooc: he's baaaaaack)

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It is skin. [Simple enough. But he can't exactly leave it there.] It was my sister's, an implant - created for her, si? She changes often, and this is a part of what Papa's company does. This one, it...did not take. So I bought it from her, and now... [He gestures to the mask. He knows he's not omitting a lot of facts here - that this is the only face he's come by so innocently, for example - but omission of truth is a world away from lying, in his opinion.]

That is... [He doesn't register stunned that often] quite possibly the most unusual thing I have ever heard.

[Pavi smiles, childishly pleased to have prompted such a reaction from the seemingly-unshakeable older man.] It was sometimes thought a little strange back home, si? But I do not think it was thought 'the most unusual' by anybody. [His brother, maybe, but nobody cared about his opinion.] You do not care for it, Marchese?

[He brushes it off quickly.] Provided it was given willingly, I care not for its source, sweetling. It does bring a certain sinister undertone to it, however. Something my writing would explore.

[Given willingly? That's something to consider. Arguably, once somebody's dead they can't actively object but Pavi's aware that such logic is strained even by his own standards.] It is interesting what the Pavi is learning in this new place. I was never considered...sinister, back at home. The bellas simply thought this face better than the other.

The "Bellas" have seen your face without the mask? [He doesn't ask this as though 'oh, perhaps it is not so bad'. He can see little hints of the scarring on the outer edges of the mask. But he'd be faster to suggest that power brought women running over a pretty woman's face.]

On occasion, and depending on whom. I am happy enough not to wear it in...intimate situations, si? [Again, some careful management of the truth.] The look of one's face seems to matter a little less at these times.

It would matter a good deal to someone with a vested interest in you, however. [He refilled his own wine glass, now.] Whores are not paid to care for their customer, after all.

Whores. This is...an insult? [But it's not something he can wholly refute, either. He's always been peripherally aware that his wealth and power has always been at least a little helpful in the pursuit of his particular lifestyle. He takes slow a sip of wine.] As you like. But I have never wanted to sleep with someone who would care for me, si?

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