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[impure_tale]

I wish to thank everyone for their thoughtful, or at least universally appealing, gifts. I think that perhaps, if I find my Inmate graduated by next year, I may return to Paris for the holiday, however.

I would not mark myself a religious man, but the old traditions can be enjoyable at times even for those that need them only as reason to be close to the people they care for.

Or at least have fun, if they have few of those.

[Well, that was a lot less nice than he was planning.]

Monsieur de Lioncourt, it is time we had that proper meeting. You will find my quarters on level three, room four.

[Private to Riddick]

How are you settling?

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[impure_tale]

[Lestat enters to a chorus of barking. Stranger :O Stranger in the room. Renate needs to announce this.]

Do you always walk into people's homes without an invitation, or is this your attempt to be "defiant," pet?

[The Marquis does not look up from his writing.]

[anewgod]

Neither. You do recall insisting upon a 'proper meeting', do you not? Or has your memory deterioriated that quickly?

[A dog. Gross. She is given only a passing glance before he continues on with his leisurely exploration of the room.]

[impure_tale]

And that negates the need for a knock, I see.

[Her barks translate to low growls and that's when the Marquis calls her off with a sharp word. She settles down by the fire.]

Vampire manners, I suppose.

[anewgod]

[He only grins. Idly he picks up one of the more vulgar figurines, looks it over for a few seconds, before setting it back down without a word. Charming.]

So you are to bring me to redemption, then. Tell me, how do you intend to do this?

[impure_tale]

You are going to bring yourself to redemption, Monsieur de Lioncourt.

[He continues to write -- it might be notable that he's making changes to a written manuscript at present.]

I will simply point you in the right direction from time to time.

[anewgod]

And suppose I see nothing that needs changing? What then?

[He makes his way over to the Marquis's side and peers over his shoulder. What are you working on there, sir?]

[impure_tale]

So you think that many do, when they come here?

[The most notable line that is perhaps glanced is 'I would not see that there were no locks on my door.'

The Marquis glances up at him.]

[anewgod]

It does not matter what they feel, only what I am. And I still insist I have nothing wrong with me.

[He doesn't move away.]

[impure_tale]

[casually] Yes, and you're also dead and trapped here. That tells you where your decisions get you.