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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is leaning in a dark corner, wrapped in his dark cloak, watching the door.

There is something else behind it every time it opens.

He is eating dried dates, plucking them right from the twig with his strong, white teeth; spitting the stones over his shoulder into the fireplace, some yards away.

Even medieval contract killers have to eat!

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[stuck_mynock]

So does Atton!

He may be trying to reach down from the rafters and steal Urquhart's dried dates.

[scots_wolf]

There is somebody trying to steal his dates!

Urquhart grabs the hand by the wrist.

"No, no," he says, mildly. "My dates. Get your own!"

[stuck_mynock]

"But I want them," Atton replies reasonably.

[scots_wolf]

"I will let go of your hand," Urquhart says, "and you will not touch my date again. The next time, you're coming off that rafter. That must hurt."

[stuck_mynock]

"Or, or, I could take your food."

[scots_wolf]

"You can't," Urquhart says. "I'm very fast."

[stuck_mynock]

"But you are also very mean," philosophically.

[scots_wolf]

"Yes!!" Urquhart says. "I am! Clever little thief."

He lets go of Atton's wrist.

[stuck_mynock]

"As penance, you should give me food."

[scots_wolf]

"But I don't regret being mean," Urquhart says. "I like being mean! No remorse, no penance!"

Logical, eh?

[stuck_mynock]

"S'not how it works!" Atton whines. "Foolishness."

[scots_wolf]

"Nobody is allowed to like being mean?" Urquhart says. "Unfortunately, I don't mind what's allowed and what not. I'm so sorry."

He reaches up and grabs Atton's foot, ready to jerk him off the rafters.

If he feels like it.

[stuck_mynock]

Atton neatly (also, superhumanly quickly) moves out of the way.

"I think that really, deep down, you just want a hug."

[scots_wolf]

Ooops, slippery customer!

Casually, Urquhart tries to make another grab.

"And you think I want it so badly," he says, "I'll pay you in dates?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Sounds like a fair deal," Atton says, moving out of his reach again.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart eyes him, and then jumps, getting hold of the rafter and pulling himself up. He's used to that kind of thing.

He's not used to people just slipping out of his grasp.

He doesn't usually let them do that.