[Concerned so much that he is going to scrape at the scars with blunt nails. The fresher ones.]
My dear Absinthe — or would you prefer Ardyn — ‘tis not what I prefer. Have no doubts I will take whatever measure, whatever whim I had planned. As such I would offer you, no expect, the same courtesy.
[After a split second thought, he puts a finger to Absinthe’s lips briefly. A fond exasperation showing of his face.]
... Though do not cheekily say you want what I prefer. For I know the thought crossed your mind.
Re: Day 170
[Concerned so much that he is going to scrape at the scars with blunt nails. The fresher ones.]
My dear Absinthe — or would you prefer Ardyn — ‘tis not what I prefer. Have no doubts I will take whatever measure, whatever whim I had planned. As such I would offer you, no expect, the same courtesy.
[After a split second thought, he puts a finger to Absinthe’s lips briefly. A fond exasperation showing of his face.]
... Though do not cheekily say you want what I prefer. For I know the thought crossed your mind.