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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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Not romantically. As one would a friend, or a teacher.

[Iago tried to stand again, using the table for support.]

What did you...think of that?

[pleasantly enough, but clearly distracted] I would have slept with her if I could have. But I already knew she had her heart set on someone else.

[Iago walked over to the wall and leaned against it, needing to stretch his legs from sitting. And he needed a change of position.]

I'm sorry. [He wasn't, but he had run out of questions that mattered to him.]

For what, Iago?

[He paused.] I suppose for this. [He absently waved a hand around the room.] For all this. I don't actually feel regret, though. [He laughed humorlessly.] I just said it because I felt it needed to be said.

Is that true?

[He threw his hands in the air.] Of course it's true. I can't lie, remember?

No. You can't answer a question dishonestly.

Is that the wine or your true feelings?

[Iago shrugged.] I don't often drink for this reason. I don't know. And I don't like not knowing.

Is there something you want more than to feel nothing or to forget?

Right now? No. I want to feel nothing. I don't want to forget because then I would just make the same mistakes again. But I want to feel nothing like I did before.

I will give you respite for the remainder of this flood then, Iago.

Can I go back to my room, then? [He was more tempted to just curl up on the rug in the floor, but even in his drunken state, he knew better than to trust any surface in the Marquis' room.]

Do you feel you can walk back to your room or shall I make a place for you here?

[Iago snorted, the wine impairing his mental filter.]

I can walk. I don't trust your room.

You ... don't trust my room. Why is that?

[Iago began to laugh then, slumping against the wall to keep his balance. It took him a few moments to get himself under control enough to answer.]

Because you are the Marquis de Sade and I don't know what you do in this room.

I am the Marquis de Sade but I am also your Warden, you know exactly what I do in this room, but what you might not know that I do on a regular basis is clean because I would like to continue to entertain guests of a more adventurous disposition than yours. I assure you, you are perfectly safe.

[He latched onto one of the least important aspects of that speech.]

I'm adventurous...

[placatingly] You're moderately experienced and attractive. But you are also my Inmate, and I would not dream of taking advantage.

[Iago wrinkled his nose.] How do you know that? [He considered his options, though, struggling to think with his fuzzy brain. If he left, he ran the risk of getting caught in the hallways and seen both drunk and truthful. If he stayed, then he could really just pass out and not care. The second option was starting to seem better.]

But..I'll...stay.

I don't. But I wasn't about to call you 'adventurous'. [A smirk.]

And very well. You have the sofa.

[He made his way over to it and collapsed down, feeling more than a little dizzy.]

What would you call me, then? I'm not boring.

As I said. 'Moderately experienced'. It is a fair guess. I should hope you and Judas have not been together all this time without doing something.

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