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[wormwoodandgall]

Diogenes sits at a table with tea things that are set for two, drumming his fingers on the tabletop in a nervous fashion. It should be noted that the table is in a very public area, and within easy access of three different doorways. Just in case, of course.

His entire manner is that of utter tension, unlike how he usually is.

"Lady Maskelene? Could I have a word with you?"

He's not sure what to expect in response.