We wouldn't expect anything else of Darling-Locke.
She looks at him, and starts. "By Naamah, you have been wounded." Concern, even for one who bruised her as he did, though her voice is not tender, but a bit... harsh.
"No, I'm quite all right, thank you. I just enjoy lying around pretending to be half-dead." A snort accompanied by a wince that's quickly tucked away for later. Then adds, almost dryly, "Is that a touch of satisfaction in your voice?"
"No." Because it isn't. Not at all. "I wouldn't with this sort of fate onto anyone, Monsieur Lukas, but as you do not know me, I can't quite suppose you would know that."
"Not in that particular kind of 'getting to know you', no," flatly. Because he wasn't. And it actually has less to do with his sexuality and more to do with how skittish he's been, lately.
“Art thou well?” Gently.
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A wince. "Not really. But thanks for asking." Dryly. Paaainfully dryly.
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Upon seeing the face...
A blush.
"Oh, Monsieur Lukas!"
Awkward..... doesn't quite cut it.
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Because there is no way he's telling her his name. Sorry Phedre.
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She looks at him, and starts. "By Naamah, you have been wounded." Concern, even for one who bruised her as he did, though her voice is not tender, but a bit... harsh.
"I should not disturb your rest. Forgive me."
It's clearly not an apology.
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She turns to go.
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Locke is just - feeling moody. Don't take him serious, Phedre.
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"That was the needle and my typist. I'm so sorry about that - it was very embarassing."
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"You just need some entertainment, don't you?" A wry smile, but she sits.
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Clearly, clearly joking. She has no intention of ever disrobing agan for Locke, er, we mean, Lukas.
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