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[servantsservant]

O, my lord, my husband, my love, I would speak with thee--! *smiles!* *and isn't about to ask anything of him at all, really!*

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[thefoodoflove]

*smiles back--!* My love, I am here. What wouldst thou?

[servantsservant]

*will just greet her husband with a kiss, and keep smiling, and keep her tone as light as possible* 'Tis on my brother's behalf I must speak with thee.

[thefoodoflove]

*is being manipulated :D but oh, oh, a kiss!* Thy brother? He is newly returned.

[servantsservant]

*yes, but it's for a good cause!* Ay. And so, it seems, is a friend dear to him. *so casual, really, we swear*

[thefoodoflove]

*...ah.* The pirate Antonio.

[servantsservant]

*takes his hand* He who saved my brother's life.

[thefoodoflove]

*holds her tenderly* He who hath seen to the downfall of many of my ships.

[servantsservant]

*this may very well be nuzzling* He who did save thy own wife from danger. *. . . feels so manipulative, augh*

[thefoodoflove]

*augh, nuzzling--* Thou dost make his suit?

[servantsservant]

*loses at being casual. this is a definite "pleaaase?" tone* My brother's, as much as his-- and if my brother's, mine.

[thefoodoflove]

*--sighs* My good Viola, you know not this man. His deeds are far known indeed.

[servantsservant]

Yet there is good in him yet-- he has done good yet. Is there no forgiveness for his sins?

[thefoodoflove]

*gentler yet* Is't my place to such a decision make? What of the men he's injured, the goods stolen, the ships stripped bare?

[servantsservant]

What of my brother's happiness? *this would not be a very good argument, we suspect, if it didn't heavily imply "what of my happiness?"*

[thefoodoflove]

*hesitates* My love-- *is being won over here; is it obvious? it's obvious, isn't it?*

[servantsservant]

Ay? *waits, expectant*