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At best, death in Megaris was unfortunate but somewhat expected. The sex trade—which was, for better or worse, the primary life blood of the province—elicited a certain amount of machinations and violence to go with it; Madams, on the occasion, needed to protect their business, but if not that, well, desire came in all shapes and sizes, didn’t it?
Deaths—accidental or otherwise—were the consequence of such things from time to time.
An investigation into the manner and matter, well, that was a little more unusual, especially given it wasn’t—as far as Nethis knew—at Dysius’ direct request.
But then, it was so hard to tell about whom or what any one might care about. Death amongst the common poor were, for the most part, easily ignored—at least in Nethis’ opinion—but not everyone felt the same and some people had enough sway to make someone, somewhere care, even if only because the sway came in the form of coin.
All of this was to say, given that this wasn’t of her doing Nethis wasn’t sure who or why—though it’d probably be easy enough to find out if she really wanted—but it didn’t change the fact that a man showed up at the house asking to speak with Dysius about murder, if what the slave who greeted Alexandros and left him standing in the foyer said was true, and Dysius—whether truly more important or otherwise—had other matters to attend to.
It was easy enough to take care of it for him. Or more accurately, to get rid of the man.
“Alexandros, was it?” Nethis asked, upon entering the room, where Alexandros had been asked to wait. “I am Lady Nethis. Unfortunately, my brother is unavailable. He asked if I would speak to you on his behalf.”
She could follow such sentiments with pleasantries or invite him in to sit somewhere, but she loathed them on a good day and was mostly disinterested. If he were royal or important—if he were one of the Eliades, or the masters even—she would verify that they were willing to accept her as a substitute for Dysius.
This man, however, was essentially no one at all, so she didn’t soften to a question.
Rather, she simply lifted a brow and asked, “Now, what exactly is it you need?”
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At best, death in Megaris was unfortunate but somewhat expected. The sex trade—which was, for better or worse, the primary life blood of the province—elicited a certain amount of machinations and violence to go with it; Madams, on the occasion, needed to protect their business, but if not that, well, desire came in all shapes and sizes, didn’t it?
Deaths—accidental or otherwise—were the consequence of such things from time to time.
An investigation into the manner and matter, well, that was a little more unusual, especially given it wasn’t—as far as Nethis knew—at Dysius’ direct request.
But then, it was so hard to tell about whom or what any one might care about. Death amongst the common poor were, for the most part, easily ignored—at least in Nethis’ opinion—but not everyone felt the same and some people had enough sway to make someone, somewhere care, even if only because the sway came in the form of coin.
All of this was to say, given that this wasn’t of her doing Nethis wasn’t sure who or why—though it’d probably be easy enough to find out if she really wanted—but it didn’t change the fact that a man showed up at the house asking to speak with Dysius about murder, if what the slave who greeted Alexandros and left him standing in the foyer said was true, and Dysius—whether truly more important or otherwise—had other matters to attend to.
It was easy enough to take care of it for him. Or more accurately, to get rid of the man.
“Alexandros, was it?” Nethis asked, upon entering the room, where Alexandros had been asked to wait. “I am Lady Nethis. Unfortunately, my brother is unavailable. He asked if I would speak to you on his behalf.”
She could follow such sentiments with pleasantries or invite him in to sit somewhere, but she loathed them on a good day and was mostly disinterested. If he were royal or important—if he were one of the Eliades, or the masters even—she would verify that they were willing to accept her as a substitute for Dysius.
This man, however, was essentially no one at all, so she didn’t soften to a question.
Rather, she simply lifted a brow and asked, “Now, what exactly is it you need?”
At best, death in Megaris was unfortunate but somewhat expected. The sex trade—which was, for better or worse, the primary life blood of the province—elicited a certain amount of machinations and violence to go with it; Madams, on the occasion, needed to protect their business, but if not that, well, desire came in all shapes and sizes, didn’t it?
Deaths—accidental or otherwise—were the consequence of such things from time to time.
An investigation into the manner and matter, well, that was a little more unusual, especially given it wasn’t—as far as Nethis knew—at Dysius’ direct request.
But then, it was so hard to tell about whom or what any one might care about. Death amongst the common poor were, for the most part, easily ignored—at least in Nethis’ opinion—but not everyone felt the same and some people had enough sway to make someone, somewhere care, even if only because the sway came in the form of coin.
All of this was to say, given that this wasn’t of her doing Nethis wasn’t sure who or why—though it’d probably be easy enough to find out if she really wanted—but it didn’t change the fact that a man showed up at the house asking to speak with Dysius about murder, if what the slave who greeted Alexandros and left him standing in the foyer said was true, and Dysius—whether truly more important or otherwise—had other matters to attend to.
It was easy enough to take care of it for him. Or more accurately, to get rid of the man.
“Alexandros, was it?” Nethis asked, upon entering the room, where Alexandros had been asked to wait. “I am Lady Nethis. Unfortunately, my brother is unavailable. He asked if I would speak to you on his behalf.”
She could follow such sentiments with pleasantries or invite him in to sit somewhere, but she loathed them on a good day and was mostly disinterested. If he were royal or important—if he were one of the Eliades, or the masters even—she would verify that they were willing to accept her as a substitute for Dysius.
This man, however, was essentially no one at all, so she didn’t soften to a question.
Rather, she simply lifted a brow and asked, “Now, what exactly is it you need?”
In the time since the festival in Taengea, Alexandros had searched for rumors about Kaia and her family. He knew that the end to their escapades would be violent and the outcome could only be disastrous for the girl and her cousin. He did not care as much for the men who had raised the girls. They had made their bed and whatever the result was they deserved. The Captain had heard rumors of a woman similar in description to Kaia related to a murder in Megaris, so he made the trip to his Father’s home province with the goal of finding more information about this family of criminals.
The young man made his way to home of Baron of the province searching an audience to discuss his abilities to act within the bounds of Megaris, something he thought to be the most proper course of conduct. He waited patiently in the foyer as the slave relayed his message and introduction to the people further inside of the house. He was surprised when a beautiful woman came to greet him, but she carried herself with the authority of one accustomed to dealing with matters such as these.
“Alexandros, was it?” Nethis asked, upon entering the room, where Alexandros had been asked to wait. “I am Lady Nethis. Unfortunately, my brother is unavailable. He asked if I would speak to you on his behalf.”
“Captain Alexandros from Chaossis, yes. Thank you for receiving me on behalf of your brother, Lady Nethis. I am sorry to intrude upon your day.” His voice was not unpleasantly deep, and his tone was respectful and pleasant. His blue eyes searched her, trying to discover what was held beneath the surface. “Perhaps it is better to have met you than he, you are certainly more beautiful than he is. It may be better that the Lord of this Barony is not troubled with my simple request.”
“Now, what exactly is it you need?”
Alexandros was surprised that Lady Nethis was straight into business, but he supposed that she must have had other matters to attend to besides the request of an officer from another barony. “Ah, yes, straight to the matter at hand then. I was recently robbed in Taengea during the Dionysa. It seems the family that perpetrated the crime is continually on the move, and I heard a rumor that they may have been involved in a murder within Megaris. I am asking permission to search for any information regarding them. I understand that you must be quite busy with all sorts of duties, so I won’t take more of your time than necessary. I would be willing to return and discuss whatever I find with you. Assuming my company is agreeable to you, my Lady.” He gave a friendly smile as he spoke, hoping that a charming smile and pleasant words would help his case.
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In the time since the festival in Taengea, Alexandros had searched for rumors about Kaia and her family. He knew that the end to their escapades would be violent and the outcome could only be disastrous for the girl and her cousin. He did not care as much for the men who had raised the girls. They had made their bed and whatever the result was they deserved. The Captain had heard rumors of a woman similar in description to Kaia related to a murder in Megaris, so he made the trip to his Father’s home province with the goal of finding more information about this family of criminals.
The young man made his way to home of Baron of the province searching an audience to discuss his abilities to act within the bounds of Megaris, something he thought to be the most proper course of conduct. He waited patiently in the foyer as the slave relayed his message and introduction to the people further inside of the house. He was surprised when a beautiful woman came to greet him, but she carried herself with the authority of one accustomed to dealing with matters such as these.
“Alexandros, was it?” Nethis asked, upon entering the room, where Alexandros had been asked to wait. “I am Lady Nethis. Unfortunately, my brother is unavailable. He asked if I would speak to you on his behalf.”
“Captain Alexandros from Chaossis, yes. Thank you for receiving me on behalf of your brother, Lady Nethis. I am sorry to intrude upon your day.” His voice was not unpleasantly deep, and his tone was respectful and pleasant. His blue eyes searched her, trying to discover what was held beneath the surface. “Perhaps it is better to have met you than he, you are certainly more beautiful than he is. It may be better that the Lord of this Barony is not troubled with my simple request.”
“Now, what exactly is it you need?”
Alexandros was surprised that Lady Nethis was straight into business, but he supposed that she must have had other matters to attend to besides the request of an officer from another barony. “Ah, yes, straight to the matter at hand then. I was recently robbed in Taengea during the Dionysa. It seems the family that perpetrated the crime is continually on the move, and I heard a rumor that they may have been involved in a murder within Megaris. I am asking permission to search for any information regarding them. I understand that you must be quite busy with all sorts of duties, so I won’t take more of your time than necessary. I would be willing to return and discuss whatever I find with you. Assuming my company is agreeable to you, my Lady.” He gave a friendly smile as he spoke, hoping that a charming smile and pleasant words would help his case.
In the time since the festival in Taengea, Alexandros had searched for rumors about Kaia and her family. He knew that the end to their escapades would be violent and the outcome could only be disastrous for the girl and her cousin. He did not care as much for the men who had raised the girls. They had made their bed and whatever the result was they deserved. The Captain had heard rumors of a woman similar in description to Kaia related to a murder in Megaris, so he made the trip to his Father’s home province with the goal of finding more information about this family of criminals.
The young man made his way to home of Baron of the province searching an audience to discuss his abilities to act within the bounds of Megaris, something he thought to be the most proper course of conduct. He waited patiently in the foyer as the slave relayed his message and introduction to the people further inside of the house. He was surprised when a beautiful woman came to greet him, but she carried herself with the authority of one accustomed to dealing with matters such as these.
“Alexandros, was it?” Nethis asked, upon entering the room, where Alexandros had been asked to wait. “I am Lady Nethis. Unfortunately, my brother is unavailable. He asked if I would speak to you on his behalf.”
“Captain Alexandros from Chaossis, yes. Thank you for receiving me on behalf of your brother, Lady Nethis. I am sorry to intrude upon your day.” His voice was not unpleasantly deep, and his tone was respectful and pleasant. His blue eyes searched her, trying to discover what was held beneath the surface. “Perhaps it is better to have met you than he, you are certainly more beautiful than he is. It may be better that the Lord of this Barony is not troubled with my simple request.”
“Now, what exactly is it you need?”
Alexandros was surprised that Lady Nethis was straight into business, but he supposed that she must have had other matters to attend to besides the request of an officer from another barony. “Ah, yes, straight to the matter at hand then. I was recently robbed in Taengea during the Dionysa. It seems the family that perpetrated the crime is continually on the move, and I heard a rumor that they may have been involved in a murder within Megaris. I am asking permission to search for any information regarding them. I understand that you must be quite busy with all sorts of duties, so I won’t take more of your time than necessary. I would be willing to return and discuss whatever I find with you. Assuming my company is agreeable to you, my Lady.” He gave a friendly smile as he spoke, hoping that a charming smile and pleasant words would help his case.
As Alexandros introduced himself, Nethis found herself studied. It was a familiar feeling, having a man’s eyes on her, and she stood it with grace, letting him look, wondering—as she always wondered—what, if anything, he would see.
People–on the whole—were base, blind, or both. Which would he prove to be?
The answer unveiled itself easily enough, with compliments that could have been forgone without being particularly missed. It mattered so little, but the flattery earned an easy smile and an appreciative head tilt, only beneath such things, she contemplated their purpose. Nothing was free, she’d learned that firsthand years ago when she had been too easily turned by attention and nearly found disaster for it. As such, much as she still liked being paid mind, it was a mistake she refused to make a second time.
If compliments were supposed to soften her to an unreasonable request, he’d be sorely disappointed. Mihail could get away with such things on the occasion, but he was an exception rather than an example of the rule.
She caught the flicker of surprise as she bypassed pleasantries, and she hid a smile; there was delight of a kind—even with someone as unimportant as him—in violating expectations and getting away with it.
That was power, wasn’t it?
With his explanation there came clarity of a kind. She hadn’t been able to put the pieces together, but now that she understood this to be a personal matter, a personal quest, well, that changed everything, didn’t it?
When people wanted, they were easily led. He offered a whole speech, she had questions.
“You came all this way on nothing more than a rumor?” she asked.
He owed her no explanation, she had no plans to deny him his investigation regardless of the answer—it mattered so little, she couldn’t see the harm in saying yes—but frankly, she was curious now. She liked knowing and there were few faster ways to get some measure of a man’s motivations than to hear them from his mouth.
“Did you lose something of value or is this merely a prideful quest?”
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As Alexandros introduced himself, Nethis found herself studied. It was a familiar feeling, having a man’s eyes on her, and she stood it with grace, letting him look, wondering—as she always wondered—what, if anything, he would see.
People–on the whole—were base, blind, or both. Which would he prove to be?
The answer unveiled itself easily enough, with compliments that could have been forgone without being particularly missed. It mattered so little, but the flattery earned an easy smile and an appreciative head tilt, only beneath such things, she contemplated their purpose. Nothing was free, she’d learned that firsthand years ago when she had been too easily turned by attention and nearly found disaster for it. As such, much as she still liked being paid mind, it was a mistake she refused to make a second time.
If compliments were supposed to soften her to an unreasonable request, he’d be sorely disappointed. Mihail could get away with such things on the occasion, but he was an exception rather than an example of the rule.
She caught the flicker of surprise as she bypassed pleasantries, and she hid a smile; there was delight of a kind—even with someone as unimportant as him—in violating expectations and getting away with it.
That was power, wasn’t it?
With his explanation there came clarity of a kind. She hadn’t been able to put the pieces together, but now that she understood this to be a personal matter, a personal quest, well, that changed everything, didn’t it?
When people wanted, they were easily led. He offered a whole speech, she had questions.
“You came all this way on nothing more than a rumor?” she asked.
He owed her no explanation, she had no plans to deny him his investigation regardless of the answer—it mattered so little, she couldn’t see the harm in saying yes—but frankly, she was curious now. She liked knowing and there were few faster ways to get some measure of a man’s motivations than to hear them from his mouth.
“Did you lose something of value or is this merely a prideful quest?”
As Alexandros introduced himself, Nethis found herself studied. It was a familiar feeling, having a man’s eyes on her, and she stood it with grace, letting him look, wondering—as she always wondered—what, if anything, he would see.
People–on the whole—were base, blind, or both. Which would he prove to be?
The answer unveiled itself easily enough, with compliments that could have been forgone without being particularly missed. It mattered so little, but the flattery earned an easy smile and an appreciative head tilt, only beneath such things, she contemplated their purpose. Nothing was free, she’d learned that firsthand years ago when she had been too easily turned by attention and nearly found disaster for it. As such, much as she still liked being paid mind, it was a mistake she refused to make a second time.
If compliments were supposed to soften her to an unreasonable request, he’d be sorely disappointed. Mihail could get away with such things on the occasion, but he was an exception rather than an example of the rule.
She caught the flicker of surprise as she bypassed pleasantries, and she hid a smile; there was delight of a kind—even with someone as unimportant as him—in violating expectations and getting away with it.
That was power, wasn’t it?
With his explanation there came clarity of a kind. She hadn’t been able to put the pieces together, but now that she understood this to be a personal matter, a personal quest, well, that changed everything, didn’t it?
When people wanted, they were easily led. He offered a whole speech, she had questions.
“You came all this way on nothing more than a rumor?” she asked.
He owed her no explanation, she had no plans to deny him his investigation regardless of the answer—it mattered so little, she couldn’t see the harm in saying yes—but frankly, she was curious now. She liked knowing and there were few faster ways to get some measure of a man’s motivations than to hear them from his mouth.
“Did you lose something of value or is this merely a prideful quest?”
“You came all this way on nothing more than a rumor?”
Alexandros frowned at this, perhaps it was little more than a rumor, but he had tracked them from town to town for a while now. He knew they should have been passing through the area. He had also noted the barest hint of pleasure when he was surprised, it seemed this woman valued control, not something he was unsympathetic to, but he needed to find something to turn the tables in this game. “Not quite solely a rumor, Lady Nethis. I have tracked them through several baronies and this seemed the most likely place for them to stop next. The rumor simply helped to confirm my suspicions that they would be here. I would not have wasted you time on the barest of rumors without something more substantial. Surely an elegant, intelligent woman such as yourself has many matters to attend to, and being pestered with rumors would not be welcomed.”
“Did you lose something of value or is this merely a prideful quest?”
The young officer gave a moment of thought before he responded. “There is nothing that humanity has ever undertaken that is not a prideful quest, surely you know that as well as I. It is that pride and our intelligence that sets us apart from the beasts, would you not agree? So this is a prideful quest, despite the fact that two valuable possessions were taken from my by these thieves. Both of my parents have died, and each left some possessions behind that I have held on to for sentimental reasons. My mother left a necklace, one given to her by my father when they were wed. I had intended to give it to my own bride whenever I found her. My father left his sword, nothing fancy, but a weapon that he used to provide for our family. These along with several drachmae were stolen from me, and I intend to have the sword and the necklace back even if I have to hunt these bastards down to the underworld myself. Perhaps you can empathize with my endeavor? You must have something that means the world to you, something you would do anything to get back?”
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“You came all this way on nothing more than a rumor?”
Alexandros frowned at this, perhaps it was little more than a rumor, but he had tracked them from town to town for a while now. He knew they should have been passing through the area. He had also noted the barest hint of pleasure when he was surprised, it seemed this woman valued control, not something he was unsympathetic to, but he needed to find something to turn the tables in this game. “Not quite solely a rumor, Lady Nethis. I have tracked them through several baronies and this seemed the most likely place for them to stop next. The rumor simply helped to confirm my suspicions that they would be here. I would not have wasted you time on the barest of rumors without something more substantial. Surely an elegant, intelligent woman such as yourself has many matters to attend to, and being pestered with rumors would not be welcomed.”
“Did you lose something of value or is this merely a prideful quest?”
The young officer gave a moment of thought before he responded. “There is nothing that humanity has ever undertaken that is not a prideful quest, surely you know that as well as I. It is that pride and our intelligence that sets us apart from the beasts, would you not agree? So this is a prideful quest, despite the fact that two valuable possessions were taken from my by these thieves. Both of my parents have died, and each left some possessions behind that I have held on to for sentimental reasons. My mother left a necklace, one given to her by my father when they were wed. I had intended to give it to my own bride whenever I found her. My father left his sword, nothing fancy, but a weapon that he used to provide for our family. These along with several drachmae were stolen from me, and I intend to have the sword and the necklace back even if I have to hunt these bastards down to the underworld myself. Perhaps you can empathize with my endeavor? You must have something that means the world to you, something you would do anything to get back?”
“You came all this way on nothing more than a rumor?”
Alexandros frowned at this, perhaps it was little more than a rumor, but he had tracked them from town to town for a while now. He knew they should have been passing through the area. He had also noted the barest hint of pleasure when he was surprised, it seemed this woman valued control, not something he was unsympathetic to, but he needed to find something to turn the tables in this game. “Not quite solely a rumor, Lady Nethis. I have tracked them through several baronies and this seemed the most likely place for them to stop next. The rumor simply helped to confirm my suspicions that they would be here. I would not have wasted you time on the barest of rumors without something more substantial. Surely an elegant, intelligent woman such as yourself has many matters to attend to, and being pestered with rumors would not be welcomed.”
“Did you lose something of value or is this merely a prideful quest?”
The young officer gave a moment of thought before he responded. “There is nothing that humanity has ever undertaken that is not a prideful quest, surely you know that as well as I. It is that pride and our intelligence that sets us apart from the beasts, would you not agree? So this is a prideful quest, despite the fact that two valuable possessions were taken from my by these thieves. Both of my parents have died, and each left some possessions behind that I have held on to for sentimental reasons. My mother left a necklace, one given to her by my father when they were wed. I had intended to give it to my own bride whenever I found her. My father left his sword, nothing fancy, but a weapon that he used to provide for our family. These along with several drachmae were stolen from me, and I intend to have the sword and the necklace back even if I have to hunt these bastards down to the underworld myself. Perhaps you can empathize with my endeavor? You must have something that means the world to you, something you would do anything to get back?”
There was interest of a kind, in the way a question that was merely her parroting back her understanding of and lightly testing his explanation earned a frown. Nethis had made no assumptions regarding rumors, he was the one who had offered the notion first when he said: 'I heard a rumor that they may have been involved in a murder within Megaris.'
His answer, though, explained the frown and offered more validity to the notion, even as it—again—came with compliments that struck as attempts to win her over to his cause more than flirting for its sake. None of it mattered much, she'd have said yes with or without these new pieces, but she didn't mind that it seemed more well founded than she'd initially believed nor did the flattery hurt per se.
"Captain, you needn't defend yourself or compliment me to win me over. I asked more so for curiosity's sake than to look for any excuse to deny you. You can investigate as you like, I see no problem."
As he further explained his motivations, she smiled, more condescending than kind, if only because she fundamentally disagreed with him; pride was not man's primary motivator, surely he knew that.
A considerate hum eventually followed as he continued speaking. In truth, his attempt at getting her to empathize didn't quite miss its mark—as he spoke she had to resist the urge to touch one of her favored keystone belongings, one she wore nearly every day: the golden snake arm band that adorned her upper arm that had once been her mother's—but it was both dramatically a little overwrought and sloppily done.
Of course, she had no reason to tell him that, so she covered the worst of her judgement with care.
"Fundamentally, I have to disagree with you. Intelligence aside, I'd say we are driven more desire than pride. Men visit my bed because they want. I allow them because I desire it or send them away because I don't." It wasn't quite a glib, inconsequential example, given compliments already paid; if anything it was just an escalation in some fashion, a way to toy, though she didn't allow the explanation to linger long enough that he might understand that was the point. "Or put differently, you're here because you want your things. I'm here, in part, because I wanted to be in Megaris at all rather than Midas."
A softened expression, tone deliberately inflected to match, followed.
"I do understand the drive though." As a rarity, she wasn't lying when she spoke like so and told him what he, no doubt, wanted to hear. "My mother died when I was fourteen. I have things of hers I would not abide losing. I hope you find yours."
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There was interest of a kind, in the way a question that was merely her parroting back her understanding of and lightly testing his explanation earned a frown. Nethis had made no assumptions regarding rumors, he was the one who had offered the notion first when he said: 'I heard a rumor that they may have been involved in a murder within Megaris.'
His answer, though, explained the frown and offered more validity to the notion, even as it—again—came with compliments that struck as attempts to win her over to his cause more than flirting for its sake. None of it mattered much, she'd have said yes with or without these new pieces, but she didn't mind that it seemed more well founded than she'd initially believed nor did the flattery hurt per se.
"Captain, you needn't defend yourself or compliment me to win me over. I asked more so for curiosity's sake than to look for any excuse to deny you. You can investigate as you like, I see no problem."
As he further explained his motivations, she smiled, more condescending than kind, if only because she fundamentally disagreed with him; pride was not man's primary motivator, surely he knew that.
A considerate hum eventually followed as he continued speaking. In truth, his attempt at getting her to empathize didn't quite miss its mark—as he spoke she had to resist the urge to touch one of her favored keystone belongings, one she wore nearly every day: the golden snake arm band that adorned her upper arm that had once been her mother's—but it was both dramatically a little overwrought and sloppily done.
Of course, she had no reason to tell him that, so she covered the worst of her judgement with care.
"Fundamentally, I have to disagree with you. Intelligence aside, I'd say we are driven more desire than pride. Men visit my bed because they want. I allow them because I desire it or send them away because I don't." It wasn't quite a glib, inconsequential example, given compliments already paid; if anything it was just an escalation in some fashion, a way to toy, though she didn't allow the explanation to linger long enough that he might understand that was the point. "Or put differently, you're here because you want your things. I'm here, in part, because I wanted to be in Megaris at all rather than Midas."
A softened expression, tone deliberately inflected to match, followed.
"I do understand the drive though." As a rarity, she wasn't lying when she spoke like so and told him what he, no doubt, wanted to hear. "My mother died when I was fourteen. I have things of hers I would not abide losing. I hope you find yours."
There was interest of a kind, in the way a question that was merely her parroting back her understanding of and lightly testing his explanation earned a frown. Nethis had made no assumptions regarding rumors, he was the one who had offered the notion first when he said: 'I heard a rumor that they may have been involved in a murder within Megaris.'
His answer, though, explained the frown and offered more validity to the notion, even as it—again—came with compliments that struck as attempts to win her over to his cause more than flirting for its sake. None of it mattered much, she'd have said yes with or without these new pieces, but she didn't mind that it seemed more well founded than she'd initially believed nor did the flattery hurt per se.
"Captain, you needn't defend yourself or compliment me to win me over. I asked more so for curiosity's sake than to look for any excuse to deny you. You can investigate as you like, I see no problem."
As he further explained his motivations, she smiled, more condescending than kind, if only because she fundamentally disagreed with him; pride was not man's primary motivator, surely he knew that.
A considerate hum eventually followed as he continued speaking. In truth, his attempt at getting her to empathize didn't quite miss its mark—as he spoke she had to resist the urge to touch one of her favored keystone belongings, one she wore nearly every day: the golden snake arm band that adorned her upper arm that had once been her mother's—but it was both dramatically a little overwrought and sloppily done.
Of course, she had no reason to tell him that, so she covered the worst of her judgement with care.
"Fundamentally, I have to disagree with you. Intelligence aside, I'd say we are driven more desire than pride. Men visit my bed because they want. I allow them because I desire it or send them away because I don't." It wasn't quite a glib, inconsequential example, given compliments already paid; if anything it was just an escalation in some fashion, a way to toy, though she didn't allow the explanation to linger long enough that he might understand that was the point. "Or put differently, you're here because you want your things. I'm here, in part, because I wanted to be in Megaris at all rather than Midas."
A softened expression, tone deliberately inflected to match, followed.
"I do understand the drive though." As a rarity, she wasn't lying when she spoke like so and told him what he, no doubt, wanted to hear. "My mother died when I was fourteen. I have things of hers I would not abide losing. I hope you find yours."
“Captain, you needn't defend yourself or compliment me to win me over. I asked more so for curiosity's sake than to look for any excuse to deny you. You can investigate as you like, I see no problem.”
The young officer broke into a broad smile as he was given permission to investigate as he pleased. This meeting was going far better than he could have anticipated. “Thank you, Lady Nethis. I am most grateful. Would you like for me to return to report what I find? Or would you rather I return to Chaossis immediately after finishing my investigation?” His tone was warm and friendly, and his questions full of curiosity.
“Fundamentally, I have to disagree with you. Intelligence aside, I'd say we are driven more desire than pride. Men visit my bed because they want. I allow them because I desire it or send them away because I don't.”
He was surprised by the casual nature with which she made this remark; it would stick with him some time, and he felt the need to address it. “And if I were to visit this bed of yours? Would you turn me away? I think it would be a mistake if you did, I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied.” His mouth twisted into a smirk, and a suave confidence seemed to emanate from him. He turned on the charm, full force for this reply, and now he would be force to wait and see how she replied.
“Or put differently, you're here because you want your things. I'm here, in part, because I wanted to be in Megaris at all rather than Midas.”
He nodded in understanding as she reworded her statement. “That is true, I am here because I desire my things back, but are these desires different from those felt by the animals? Will a squirrel not look for a stolen? A dog not search for his bone? I do not disagree that these desires rule is in much the same way as they do the animals, my point is that pride and intelligence are what demonstrates the difference between us and the beasts.”
“I do understand the drive though. My mother died when I was fourteen. I have things of hers I would not abide losing. I hope you find yours.”
His face turned more solemn as she spoke of losing her own mother and mentioned there were heirlooms she could not abide losing. That was something they could easily relate on. “I was 8 when my mother died. I bear the scars from that day still. My Father died a year or so ago, and those wounds are still very fresh. I thank you for understanding my plight, and allowing me to search for what was stolen from me.”
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“Captain, you needn't defend yourself or compliment me to win me over. I asked more so for curiosity's sake than to look for any excuse to deny you. You can investigate as you like, I see no problem.”
The young officer broke into a broad smile as he was given permission to investigate as he pleased. This meeting was going far better than he could have anticipated. “Thank you, Lady Nethis. I am most grateful. Would you like for me to return to report what I find? Or would you rather I return to Chaossis immediately after finishing my investigation?” His tone was warm and friendly, and his questions full of curiosity.
“Fundamentally, I have to disagree with you. Intelligence aside, I'd say we are driven more desire than pride. Men visit my bed because they want. I allow them because I desire it or send them away because I don't.”
He was surprised by the casual nature with which she made this remark; it would stick with him some time, and he felt the need to address it. “And if I were to visit this bed of yours? Would you turn me away? I think it would be a mistake if you did, I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied.” His mouth twisted into a smirk, and a suave confidence seemed to emanate from him. He turned on the charm, full force for this reply, and now he would be force to wait and see how she replied.
“Or put differently, you're here because you want your things. I'm here, in part, because I wanted to be in Megaris at all rather than Midas.”
He nodded in understanding as she reworded her statement. “That is true, I am here because I desire my things back, but are these desires different from those felt by the animals? Will a squirrel not look for a stolen? A dog not search for his bone? I do not disagree that these desires rule is in much the same way as they do the animals, my point is that pride and intelligence are what demonstrates the difference between us and the beasts.”
“I do understand the drive though. My mother died when I was fourteen. I have things of hers I would not abide losing. I hope you find yours.”
His face turned more solemn as she spoke of losing her own mother and mentioned there were heirlooms she could not abide losing. That was something they could easily relate on. “I was 8 when my mother died. I bear the scars from that day still. My Father died a year or so ago, and those wounds are still very fresh. I thank you for understanding my plight, and allowing me to search for what was stolen from me.”
“Captain, you needn't defend yourself or compliment me to win me over. I asked more so for curiosity's sake than to look for any excuse to deny you. You can investigate as you like, I see no problem.”
The young officer broke into a broad smile as he was given permission to investigate as he pleased. This meeting was going far better than he could have anticipated. “Thank you, Lady Nethis. I am most grateful. Would you like for me to return to report what I find? Or would you rather I return to Chaossis immediately after finishing my investigation?” His tone was warm and friendly, and his questions full of curiosity.
“Fundamentally, I have to disagree with you. Intelligence aside, I'd say we are driven more desire than pride. Men visit my bed because they want. I allow them because I desire it or send them away because I don't.”
He was surprised by the casual nature with which she made this remark; it would stick with him some time, and he felt the need to address it. “And if I were to visit this bed of yours? Would you turn me away? I think it would be a mistake if you did, I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied.” His mouth twisted into a smirk, and a suave confidence seemed to emanate from him. He turned on the charm, full force for this reply, and now he would be force to wait and see how she replied.
“Or put differently, you're here because you want your things. I'm here, in part, because I wanted to be in Megaris at all rather than Midas.”
He nodded in understanding as she reworded her statement. “That is true, I am here because I desire my things back, but are these desires different from those felt by the animals? Will a squirrel not look for a stolen? A dog not search for his bone? I do not disagree that these desires rule is in much the same way as they do the animals, my point is that pride and intelligence are what demonstrates the difference between us and the beasts.”
“I do understand the drive though. My mother died when I was fourteen. I have things of hers I would not abide losing. I hope you find yours.”
His face turned more solemn as she spoke of losing her own mother and mentioned there were heirlooms she could not abide losing. That was something they could easily relate on. “I was 8 when my mother died. I bear the scars from that day still. My Father died a year or so ago, and those wounds are still very fresh. I thank you for understanding my plight, and allowing me to search for what was stolen from me.”
