[Defiantly refusing to ask for clothes, Iago's dressed up in his own clothes, cinched tightly and hanging loose. Glaring at the camera, he pauses before speaking. His voice is light, airy and more than a little condescending.]
What a face to wake to. What a stain to be placed upon this day.
I am Iago, dammit! [He slams his hand against the desk and
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You're a very pretty woman.
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Do not start, Judas.
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If you need smaller clothing, take some of mine.
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Who are you?
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Dead doesn't stick to people like it used to.
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