[A pause. He almost caves. But no, Benedict, you're an adult, you're a professional, you do not have to cave to every request just because it was made.]
[ Nina comes in a few minutes after the dot. She is, it must be said, a lot. She's tall; her figure fills out - nearly spills out of - the Riftwatch uniform; her hair bounces in tumbling chestnut waves; her manner is bustling and energetic. Her voice isn't soft. Her gaze is direct. Even her scent is striking. ]
Avanna, Benedict Quintus Artemaeus.
[ And she bows, a fairly decent approximation of a respectful Tevinter greeting. ]
[ He's a pretty lad. Looks like he knows it, too. This makes her feel better; if he were truly timid and retiring, she'd feel a bit bad about pushing him around. ]
Is that the right term of address? All three names?
[It is sort of funny that she included the Quintus, which is usually reserved for family and formal situations. It must've been recorded somewhere on his arrival to Riftwatch.]
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In a few hours...?
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Seven o'clock!
crystal into action babey
And he's there on the dot, in the designated Vint Study Table of the library, reading a scroll with his chin resting prettily atop one curled hand.]
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Avanna, Benedict Quintus Artemaeus.
[ And she bows, a fairly decent approximation of a respectful Tevinter greeting. ]
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Nina, [he confirms, realizing he never caught her surname, if she has one. He rises and inclines his head, the picture of well-bred gentility.]
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Is that the right term of address? All three names?
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[It is sort of funny that she included the Quintus, which is usually reserved for family and formal situations. It must've been recorded somewhere on his arrival to Riftwatch.]
We're not in Tevinter, anyway.
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[ Admittedly. ]
But I'm looking to learn how it would be in Tevinter.
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Intending to infiltrate high society there? [His smile is wry.]
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Wouldn't you let me through the door?
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--sure, [he covers, something about the Tevinter High Society discussion activating his (albeit very weak) cloaking mechanism.]