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tell him how pretty he is

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[altusimperius]

I think we'd both be surprised.

[All he has to go from was that dream, but with everything that added up and made sense, there came some chilling truths.]

...but I'm not asking to be flayed alive. Combat training hasn't killed me yet, I don't see how this would have to be much different.

[poleaxed]

I'm not going to hit you for the sake of hitting you, lad. Tried that at the start, remember? Wrong way of doing things.

[altusimperius]

I'm not--

[He sighs through his nose.]

We could be sparring, and you ask me a question. I have to answer it with a lie, think on my feet.

[A beat.]

...I only ask because I trust you. You've been good to me. [In her way, at least, which he's come to recognize.]
But I won't press it. It's just a thought.

[poleaxed]

Ha! [The snap of fingers.] That's a clever plan, luv. Thinking on your feet already, I reckon. I'll do it.

You've made fair progress. Want you to know that.

[altusimperius]

[His smile is audible, the words genuine:] Thanks, Jone.