All this confidence in this grand scheme of yours and yet you dash it at the final stretch.
[ She sounds unimpressed now, but that's mostly theatrical. She's been unimpressed from the start, now it's just a matter of yanking his chain around. ]
You do not think you could become everyone's favorite?
[He's not sure he's into THAT, Sandra. He might be a horn dog but there are reasons he hasn't signed up to work at Shades Darker or anything like that.]
Ah. Are you just jealous because you want me to be your concubine too? I understand.
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[ At his next passing inquiry, though, she has to pause. And she can't help a snort. ]
Of Simwe's? That would be, I am sure, dependent mostly on her tastes. And you, my dear, are an acquired one.
[ ... Full offense, Cam, she can't picture you wooing anyone. Except perhaps size queens. (This mind-reading existence is a curse.) ]
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[He'll take that as a compliment.]
Then again, I don't think I'd want the competition. It wouldn't be fair to the rest of them, right?
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Come now, if you are so outstanding in every concubinary aspect, I imagine teamwork would be chief among those.
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Yeah, of course I'm good at teamwork. But people could get jealous. What if I became the favorite?
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All this confidence in this grand scheme of yours and yet you dash it at the final stretch.
[ She sounds unimpressed now, but that's mostly theatrical. She's been unimpressed from the start, now it's just a matter of yanking his chain around. ]
You do not think you could become everyone's favorite?
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Do you mean... be everyone's concubine?
[He's not sure he's into THAT, Sandra. He might be a horn dog but there are reasons he hasn't signed up to work at Shades Darker or anything like that.]
Ah. Are you just jealous because you want me to be your concubine too? I understand.
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[ The gentle laugh that follows is... still somehow light, despite now being so unimpressed it's dripping. ]
One might imagine after a malnourished millennia in lonesome exile that my standards have withered, but rest assured, you do not meet them regardless.
[ Have they withered? She'll never tell. ]
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And he wasn't being serious before but now he's curious,]
Wha- What standards don't I meet?
[It's purely a pride thing.]