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[impure_tale]

The truth can be very entertaining, but better, my sweets, when it's given willingly.

[Private to Iago]

I doubt you are enjoying yourself as much as I am, so I have a proposal. Come to my cabin. We'll sit and talk -- or rather ask questions. I am affected -- I do not know if you are, but I have little reason to suppose you are not. So better to ride it out in a safe place, oui? And with all hope the flood shall have concluded by tomorrow.

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[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

[Iago didn't even bother to respond. A few moments later, he knocked on the Marquis' door and leaned against the frame, hoping that the bruise on his face had gone away by now. If it hadn't, so be it. Iago was done protecting people.]

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[Renate's barking alerted him to someone at the door more than the knock did, which he didn't initially hear. The Marquis was not expecting the bruise. He blinked when he opened the door, but chose not to interrogate him in the hallway.]

Come in.

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[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

[Iago slipped through the door lazily, patting his leg in the hope that Renate would come to him.]

Hello, Marquis.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

[Renate does one better and is jumping up. The Marquis shuts the door and moves into the chamber, always warmly lit.]

Did Monsieur Iscariot do that?

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[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

[Iago tried to push her down and just scratched her behind the ears as he follows after the Marquis. He laughed bitterly at the question.]

No. Sexby.

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[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I didn't expect that. [He pours a goblet of wine and offers it to him.] And that was a question. My apologies; I hadn't intended to be the one to start.

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

You have a healthy idea about this entire thing.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Of course I do.

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

Are you a warden or inmate?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Warden, formerly an Inmate.

[persephonepearl.livejournal.com]

So you stayed then? Why?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I enjoy my life here.

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

Truer words have rarely been spoken.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Which is odd, considering I have trouble keeping my mouth shut.

[a-bit-put-upon.livejournal.com]

I'm often told the same. Perhaps that's what makes it easier for us to find merit in at the outset.

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

I'm wary of it myself, marquis.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm not wary at all. I believe it's more enjoyable, but I am not at all troubled by this flood.

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

I have secrets. People do. I thought all people did, I mean.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You could ask me anything, Monsieur.

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

It doesn't seem fair.

Private.

[triggered-it.livejournal.com]

You must not have many secrets to hide, Marquis.

Private.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

None that anyone is smart enough to uncover.

Besides, one could make quite a game of it if all parties were willing.

Private.

[triggered-it.livejournal.com]

[light gay little laugh] Even me?

[ . . . ]

I'm willing if you are. [Nothing to hide here, sir, nope.]

Private.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Even you.

But certainly. Let's play.

Private.

[triggered-it.livejournal.com]

Then the same applies to you in regards to my own secrets.

I'll even give you the honor of the first question.