"Should I ask what else excites you, Reveller, or just take silent notes?" Solomon asked blandly. He wouldn't say he'd been 'on edge' lately, but he hadn't forgotten Ravel's threat to pay him back for the incident with the paperwork.
"I'm not leaving the room? Are you sure about that? I don't see so much as a bedpan anywhere. I would have thought you'd remember what physical functions are now you have that lovely skin of yours."
"You know, I've been wondering the exact same thing," Dexter mused.
"Yes, I remember what you were wondering," Gabe murmured.
"What? It was a perfectly natural thing to wonder!"
"He's a skeleton."
"With a skin!"
"I'm really starting to wonder if you and Erskine were wired to the planned specifications."
"Why wouldn't we be? Look at us. We're gorgeous. What else are we needed for?"
Their argument at least defused any pointed barb in Marr's words. Solomon wasn't sure if she was actually amused or not. Either way, she decided to ignore the two of them. The swirl of plants in the swamp was dark and filled with the intent of the creatures under the surface. "I'm shackled to a chair in a windowless room in the Sanctuary, and I only unofficially exist, but I'm still going to be thrown into prison. Are you saying the people who hired me will get the same kind of justice?"
Ah. Davina Marr did not like being hoodwinked. She also had no sense of loyalty or even a remotest sense of honour. Even Sanguine, in his own way, had one of those. "No," Solomon said, and smiled. "I doubt we'd be willing to go out and get them any sort of bedpan, whereas I'm quite willing to send for one for you, and I can probably find out which cell you're going to be thrown in this very minute, while I'm not sure they'll even have one. Maybe a nice unmarked grave."
Marr laughed. "Fine. Do it, then. Bring in your employees and take off this spell, and I'll tell you anything you want to know."
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"I'm not leaving the room? Are you sure about that? I don't see so much as a bedpan anywhere. I would have thought you'd remember what physical functions are now you have that lovely skin of yours."
"You know, I've been wondering the exact same thing," Dexter mused.
"Yes, I remember what you were wondering," Gabe murmured.
"What? It was a perfectly natural thing to wonder!"
"He's a skeleton."
"With a skin!"
"I'm really starting to wonder if you and Erskine were wired to the planned specifications."
"Why wouldn't we be? Look at us. We're gorgeous. What else are we needed for?"
Their argument at least defused any pointed barb in Marr's words. Solomon wasn't sure if she was actually amused or not. Either way, she decided to ignore the two of them. The swirl of plants in the swamp was dark and filled with the intent of the creatures under the surface. "I'm shackled to a chair in a windowless room in the Sanctuary, and I only unofficially exist, but I'm still going to be thrown into prison. Are you saying the people who hired me will get the same kind of justice?"
Ah. Davina Marr did not like being hoodwinked. She also had no sense of loyalty or even a remotest sense of honour. Even Sanguine, in his own way, had one of those. "No," Solomon said, and smiled. "I doubt we'd be willing to go out and get them any sort of bedpan, whereas I'm quite willing to send for one for you, and I can probably find out which cell you're going to be thrown in this very minute, while I'm not sure they'll even have one. Maybe a nice unmarked grave."
Marr laughed. "Fine. Do it, then. Bring in your employees and take off this spell, and I'll tell you anything you want to know."