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tell him how pretty he is

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[altusimperius]

Seven o'clock. [There, that's kind of a victory wasn't it?

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.]

[prelest]

[ 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. ]

[altusimperius]

[She's a lot of the things Benedict has learned to fear in anyone, not just women, but he holds her gaze with a polite-if-slightly-anxious air.]

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.]

[prelest]

[ 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?

[altusimperius]

Ah... just Benedict is fine.

[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.

[prelest]

Well, no.

[ Admittedly. ]

But I'm looking to learn how it would be in Tevinter.

[altusimperius]

I suppose.

Intending to infiltrate high society there? [His smile is wry.]

[prelest]

[ Flirtatiously: ]

Wouldn't you let me through the door?

[altusimperius]

[His laugh is a little awkward, a little surprised, a little mean. Oh, honey.]

--sure, [he covers, something about the Tevinter High Society discussion activating his (albeit very weak) cloaking mechanism.]