"Against my will I am sent to bid you come in to dinner."

[shake_my_speare]

Well, what have we here? When he enters, he'll stop for a moment in the doorway, an amused half-smile on his face, and he crosses his arms.It is strange to think that old Leonato's house be so great as to hide a man and turn him about, so his feet lead in so changed a direction. In such time a man must not follow his feet, but his nose, for I am

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[hunt_theheart]

*here, have a Curio! he'll be munching happily on a roll as he strides through the hallways, but he'll tuck the bread into his palm and bow when he sees Benedick* Good sir! The dinner here is as you catch, and none pursue the buck above the bun-- *grin* --or if they do, they hide the hide away and eat the meat alone so none may share.

[shake_my_speare]

You feast as you run? Have you not yet caught the meat? *bows in return* My thanks, but i'faith, 'tis not the meal I hunt here.

[hunt_theheart]

*a helpless little shrug, and a grin* No horse have I, nor hounds, nor blade and bow; until my lord receive me to his court, no hunts shall I attempt thus disappointed. What dost hunt, my lord, if not the meal?

[shake_my_speare]

The messenger, and good sport.

[_ladydisdain_]

She's startled to hear his voice, perhaps a little pleased, though any evidence of that vanishes quickly.

Misled you? O, Sir! Did you not plague mine every step, ne'er would I lead you anywhere at all!

[shake_my_speare]

He stands up a little straighter at her words, and smooths his front in a way which he hopes is discreet, smiling a little more brightly.

Then I cannot plague, as plague is not led, and 'tis no fault of mine you walk pleasing paths.

[_ladydisdain_]

Are you now a man of medicine, to tell me what ails and does not? You are led if you do follow, though the leader may not intend it -- and yet 'tis a plague, for it seems I shall not be rid of it 'til the day I die.

Beatrice studies him bemusedly, wondering what this behaviour means. She won't begin taunting him about it just yet, because to do that properly, she would have to understand.

[shake_my_speare]

Not of physic but of sense, sweet Beatrice. Your name hangs on your frame while you live, and longer still, yet it does not plague you; and so shall I hang to you. He smiles, a little nervously, wondering if this is too forward.

[stillnotprince]

*doesn't look at Benedick except to note his presence, and then he's turned away and barely hiding something of a sneer--Benedick is not as disliked as Claudio, but that doesn't say much*

[shake_my_speare]

*because it is required, no matter how much it doesn't sit right, Benedick bows, as any soldier should, to the prince's brother, but will not press to speak beyond acknowledgment* Lord John.

[fair_hero]

*eeeee, fluttershycurtsy, what else?* Sir Benedick!