No, you don't. [This he knows, and while he's gentle in tone, inside he feels triumphant. He's done the unthinkable if this works. Caleb'll never hear the end of it if he can saunter back home and tell him about how willful commitment to bullshit did what a dispel magic probably couldn't.]
They're probably there. [He bites down on the unpleasant way his gut twists, because admitting that out loud means admitting it's true of him. But he knows, doesn't he? He's never seen Marquet, but he knows enough to fake it and he can't say why. He's heard of different fiends and never encountered them. Those things are real and in his head and they aren't his.
But this isn't about him. It's about Allura and whoever else is ensnared in this honey trap. He isn't required to apply this logic to his own life, because if he has his way, no one will ever call him on it.] I think it's a matter of will. If you want to believe there's more to this story, it'll come to you.
[It has to. Or else this is going to be a problem.
But he can do no more here, so he gives a grand bow with a flourish of his wrist, clutching the potion to his heart.] And if you have an epiphany, well... I'm willing to wait this out. You'll find me.
[He kisses his fingertips and then gives her a little wave, and skips out the door. He keeps that confidence and spring in his step all the way to a corner which he turns abruptly, just so he can sink unhappily against the wall of a building in private.]
Fuck.
[Succinct, and to the point. Maybe it'll come to a decent end and maybe it won't. They'll see.]
you're welcome ;; he's being a dbag but at least a... kind... dbag!!!
They're probably there. [He bites down on the unpleasant way his gut twists, because admitting that out loud means admitting it's true of him. But he knows, doesn't he? He's never seen Marquet, but he knows enough to fake it and he can't say why. He's heard of different fiends and never encountered them. Those things are real and in his head and they aren't his.
But this isn't about him. It's about Allura and whoever else is ensnared in this honey trap. He isn't required to apply this logic to his own life, because if he has his way, no one will ever call him on it.] I think it's a matter of will. If you want to believe there's more to this story, it'll come to you.
[It has to. Or else this is going to be a problem.
But he can do no more here, so he gives a grand bow with a flourish of his wrist, clutching the potion to his heart.] And if you have an epiphany, well... I'm willing to wait this out. You'll find me.
[He kisses his fingertips and then gives her a little wave, and skips out the door. He keeps that confidence and spring in his step all the way to a corner which he turns abruptly, just so he can sink unhappily against the wall of a building in private.]
Fuck.
[Succinct, and to the point. Maybe it'll come to a decent end and maybe it won't. They'll see.]