"Oh," she says, smiling. "I understand." A pause. "We have such love in Terre d'Ange as well."
She smooths her skirts, chuckles. "I will not be a problem between you and your lover. For that matter, rest assured that what you see of me now is all you will ever see."
Locke considers Phedre evenly and seems to come to a decision. "You looked like you'd just had the best sex of your life," half bluntly but still dryly.
She nods. "Not quite, but you perceived accurately." She pauses, looks away. "That is what I am," she says. "An anguissette, destined to bear pain as pleasure."
"There is, in Terre d'Ange, where I come from. I am the second known anguissette, and the only of my generation," she adds. "That is why my body reacted so. Forgive me if my nature put you ill at ease."
She looks away. She's still bruised from his refusal.
"Yes," she says, softly. "There are those who would call me harsher names than you have, as you called me none." She looks at him, "But there are also those who damned their souls for a night in my company."
“Art thou well?” Gently.
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She's amused - at least she unsettled him a little.
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"...but I'm not entirely certain what Valen would make of that, if he were to come back."
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"Oh," she says, smiling. "I understand." A pause. "We have such love in Terre d'Ange as well."
She smooths her skirts, chuckles. "I will not be a problem between you and your lover. For that matter, rest assured that what you see of me now is all you will ever see."
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Because the typist is an airhead, Phedre gets to look like one, just this once.
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"What did you see, when the needle pricked me?"
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She looks away. She's still bruised from his refusal.
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Can you understand that?
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