[ He watches as Ingrid processes his not-really-a-question when it comes to dancing, that ever controlled smile of his growing a little wider when he can hear the sigh in her words, seemingly resigned to her fate. ]
C'mon, Galatea. You've gotta think a little bigger when it comes to getting someone to do what you want. Like outside of right now to add it to a list of future demands. You might find I'm a willing victim to extortion at the right hands.
[ Is he insinuating there could be some part two to this where she wills him into doing whatever it is she's asking? Yes, but it'll stay an implication and nothing more if there really isn't something she has to ask in return. When the man next to him nudges him to pass over the bread basket, Claude does, but he also retrieves the lone Gloucester roll left to plunk it onto Ingrid's plate first. ]
You don't have to answer now if you'd rather think about it. Instead you can tell me about what celebrations in Faerghus are like, because I'm guessing they're- [ a pause when an uproarious cheer from a different table happens, and he glances over to see glasses raised before looking back to Ingrid with an eyebrow raised, ] maybe a bit more restrained than how we do things in the Alliance.
Claude, you're a lot of things, but I don't think you'd ever want to be or let yourself be a victim. I can tell that much.
[ The roll is... well, it's a nice little peace offering. She tears off a chunk and eats it as she considers him and lets the sound of the celebration wash over her. ]
...a little bit, yeah. We have music, you know - it's not like we sit around staring at one another - but I think it feels more structured, at least at the beginning. Once things get going we can loosen up a little, I guess.
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C'mon, Galatea. You've gotta think a little bigger when it comes to getting someone to do what you want. Like outside of right now to add it to a list of future demands. You might find I'm a willing victim to extortion at the right hands.
[ Is he insinuating there could be some part two to this where she wills him into doing whatever it is she's asking? Yes, but it'll stay an implication and nothing more if there really isn't something she has to ask in return. When the man next to him nudges him to pass over the bread basket, Claude does, but he also retrieves the lone Gloucester roll left to plunk it onto Ingrid's plate first. ]
You don't have to answer now if you'd rather think about it. Instead you can tell me about what celebrations in Faerghus are like, because I'm guessing they're- [ a pause when an uproarious cheer from a different table happens, and he glances over to see glasses raised before looking back to Ingrid with an eyebrow raised, ] maybe a bit more restrained than how we do things in the Alliance.
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[ The roll is... well, it's a nice little peace offering. She tears off a chunk and eats it as she considers him and lets the sound of the celebration wash over her. ]
...a little bit, yeah. We have music, you know - it's not like we sit around staring at one another - but I think it feels more structured, at least at the beginning. Once things get going we can loosen up a little, I guess.