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[altusimperius]

tell him how pretty he is

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[altusimperius]

[It’s a tone he knows well. There’s little arguing with it.]

Please don’t ask me to do this, [spoken to his desk.]

[bouchonne]

[ The pleasantry is dropped in favor of clipped brusqueness. ]

At no point have I been asking.

[ It's strange, and disconcerting, when Byerly - normally so dissolute and indirect and wry - turns steely. But he's steely now. ]

Your loyalty is here. To this office. Your sympathies may lie with them, but your loyalty is with me. Do you understand?

[altusimperius]

[Numbly,]

Yes.

[bouchonne]

[ Snappishly: ]

Grand.