So...

[vicioussweetie]

The Count's going to look for his son.

And he's asked me to sit and wait for him to come back. I don't deal well with sitting and waiting. So, fair warning, I may get unreasonably cranky while he's gone.

On the other hand, I met a nice fellow named Gabriel.

And I think I may have scarred poor young Sam for life. Vetinari isn't that scary, is

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[dragoncopper]

"Well, when he gazes at you across a desk, and you know your fate's in his hands, and all that you can think about is what can he have found out, yes, he's that scary."

[vicioussweetie]

"Ah. Well, my fate's not in his hands, so I guess that's why I don't see it."

[dragoncopper]

"Right. Mine bloody well is. Though luckily he can't promote me. The dukedom I'll get from Dad is the highest we can get, I think."

[vicioussweetie]

"Your father has a duchy? Well. I'm sure he hates it. Why is a promotion a bad thing?"

[dragoncopper]

"Because we have to be bloody nobles." He rolls his eyes.

[vicioussweetie]

"And that's bad how, exactly?"

[dragoncopper]

He looks at her and shakes his head.

[vicioussweetie]

"What? I'm honestly curious why you think it's a bad thing."

[dragoncopper]

"Because... because... You can't be yourself. You're a title, not a person. And... er..." He shrugs. "You should ask Dad."

[vicioussweetie]

"Nobody ever mistakes me for being just a title."

[dragoncopper]

He shrugs. "Most of the nobility are right bastards. I mean, Mum's all right, and most of her Dragon breeding friends, but the others are stuck up inbred twats."

[vicioussweetie]

"I hope you only mean to refer to the nobility of Ankh-Morpork, and not all born to titles throughout the multiverse."

[dragoncopper]

"Er. I said 'most', not all?" He looks sheepish.