Alcuin skated his tongue across his teeth, a touch anxious. "Oh, Felix, I shouldn't," he said. "Talk about Hannibal, I mean. He wouldn't like it. But, it's only..." He could talk about the dead, though, right? "Well, Anafiel, he treated me like I might break. Sweet and gentle and... and solicitous. Nearly to a fault. So afraid of seeming like one of my clients, I assume. And I don't know what it is that makes me want..." His voice trailed off.
Then he lowered it even more. So low it was nearly inaudible. "He allows me to submit when I wish, because he knows it pleases me, but I can tell his heart isn't in it."
Too much wine, too much wine. "You cannot repeat that."
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Date: 2015-05-04 02:49 am (UTC)Then he lowered it even more. So low it was nearly inaudible. "He allows me to submit when I wish, because he knows it pleases me, but I can tell his heart isn't in it."
Too much wine, too much wine. "You cannot repeat that."