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[originallutece]

is that a motherfucking homestuck reference in the year of our lord 2018

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[heterodoxy]

Would it? I had no idea.

[ ah good, sarcasm. but it's not as if that's a secret to anyone. he hardly needs rosalind to spell out the benefits of a contract when society as a whole is actively structured around it.

he settles though. takes another sip. ]

I will, before time's up. I'm weighing my options.

[originallutece]

[One eyebrow raises in response to that sarcasm. She won't re-hash their little debate from that one day in the lab, but it serves as a quiet warning. Watch it.]

As you like. I was going to offer myself, but clearly you're atop it.

[heterodoxy]

Mm, too late, you're already on the list.

[ thrown out casually, they've made enough headway by now for him to concede that much. she's an option. knows she'd have him if he were to ask, already knows the extent to which they grate against one another and knows that it's manageable. a dynamic he could comfortably stand.

there's a degree of trust. far from total, but enough to be getting on with in the context of the situation in which they find themselves. of course she's an option. he's hardly giving up a secret at all. ]

[originallutece]

[Oh. There's just a momentary pause, a quick blink that betrays she hadn't expected that. It's no declaration of affection, but . . . it's something, anyway. Some measure of trust, and she quietly appreciates it.

She nods. Pours herself another glass, already feeling her cheeks flush lightly. She's not a very big woman, and this is particularly potent. Or, possibly, spiked with aphrodisiacs.]

And you still wish to go to bed with me?

[She asks because it's important to her, now, to ask. Because she needs to ask, for the sake of her own peace of mind.]