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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:04:34 GMT -5
"As can looks."
*He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Is that why she was angry with him? Because she thought he'd made a joke about her innocence?*
"And as for words and the ones I spoke: you took my teasing to imply something less than innocent, where I meant the jibe about meeting a lover in the most modest sense--meeting one whom you love, not necessarily one with whom you intend on committing certain acts that will not be described in further detail."
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:06:52 GMT -5
“Oh, you are wicked,” Iris exclaimed, scandalized.
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:08:10 GMT -5
"Indeed. I'm a rogue and a cad and I'll spirit you away on my black steed to my den of sin." *He said dryly.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:11:21 GMT -5
“And now you’re teasing me again. Are you really that thickheaded as to believe women find that sort of behavior attractive.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:15:01 GMT -5
"No, I'm being sarcastic, and there's a difference. If I were teasing you I'd be entirely more cheerful."
*The music was coming to a close.*
"Try to look bored; if we are too engrossed in our conversation then the old hens will suspect we're not talking about the size of the room or the number of couples."
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:17:09 GMT -5
“I’d forgotten that intelligent conversation is often frowned upon in such places as this.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:19:47 GMT -5
"Indeed, anything requiring much more thought than projecting tomorrow's weather is quite scandalous... you should have heard them when I tried to discuss politics with one Lady Grenville-Farthingale."
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:22:37 GMT -5
Iris felt the corner of her mouth creep up. She hastily pursed her lips.
“So you weren’t being cruel or sarcastic before. You truly are a cad.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:23:53 GMT -5
*He frowned at her words, at the same time as the music came to an end.*
"Did I truly come off as cruel? For I assure you it was not my intention." *He said, genuinely concerned.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:26:02 GMT -5
“I believe it’s called sarcasm, sir.”
Her tone didn't change, but she hadn't walked away from him yet.
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:29:13 GMT -5
"I suppose the prospect of a conversation that had nothing to do with when I would be At Home the next day, next week's social agenda, the best way to press a cravat or, Lord forbid, ribbons, went to my head." *He said, a tad sheepishly.*
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:35:30 GMT -5
Iris couldn’t help but feel a bit proud that she had finally gotten the upper hand in this conversation. This was almost immediately replaced by the terrifying thought that she had insulted someone with a powerful influence in the city. He didn’t look very old, but he had introduced himself as a vicomte.
“Forgive me for my insolence, sir. I forget my place.”
Iris blushed madly as she prepared to run and find Meg.
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:37:20 GMT -5
*Chivalry took over.*
"No--no, it is I who should be apologizing to you if I have offended you in any manner whatsoever, and would appreciate the opportunity to make it up to you in any capacity you see fit. I have been intolerably rude, Mademoiselle."
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Post by Iris on Sept 7, 2008 0:40:15 GMT -5
He was apologizing to her.
‘Don’t tell him your name, don’t tell him your name, don’t tell him your name…’
“Iris.”
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Post by Nicolas d'Enjolras on Sept 7, 2008 0:41:30 GMT -5
*He smiled in a lopsided manner that was, unbeknownst to him, one of the biggest reasons for the female half of the room's pursual of him.*
"Mademoiselle Iris."
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