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[thesevenlights]

An interesting reply to his ad, to be certain. Jalal considers the note for some time, then starts to set up a relatively exposure-free contact method. New PINpoint-phone, registered to "Alexander Clay." Shifting his voicebox into a new shape, for a higher, softer voice. Trying out a few different affectations and accents, before settling on a

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[sideofperfect]

"Hello," says the voice on the other end of the line.

Female. Probably American, maybe something up the East Coast, perhaps even into Canada. Hard to tell from two syllables.

The sounds in the background include running water and an idly tapping pencil.

After a moment the water shuts off, and the owner of the phone drops onto a couch. The pencil hits the table in front of her with a faint wooden clatter a moment later.

[thesevenlights]

"Hello. I placed an advertisement in the Nexus, and this was the number I was given in one of the responses?"

[sideofperfect]

"Right. You'd be Iota, then?"

The voice is still cheerfully feminine, but now it's in motion again, as DMG-A leaves her couch and heads for the Nexus.

"Got any details for me? Like why you're looking for an egg donation, for a start. Not necessary, I'm just curious."

[thesevenlights]

He laughs, soft and pleasant. "Of course. I'd worry if you didn't ask, truly. I and my partner wish to have children at some point, is the essence of it. And as we are both men..."

It's a lie, of course, but it's a good one. He's had millennia to work on not giving his deceptions away.