originallutece | (no subject)

I am in bed. I'm not ASLEEP, naturally, being that we're talking, but I'm decidedly in bed.

I prefer the conversation anyway.

I'm flattered.

Back to your original theory: you realize you've just signed yourself up for spending more time with me. This may cut into your Starcraft time.

Do men play Starcraft? I was under the impression that men are required to engage in somewhat different pursuits, such as smoking cigars, wearing three-piece suits, and potentially engaging in debonair acts of international espionage.

They don't if they want to continue to talk to me. I can't stand the smell of cigars.

[Cigarettes, on the other hand . . .]

Anyway, nothing says you can't engage in the other two and play Starcraft.

You want me to wear a three-piece suit and engage in a debonair act of international espionage while playing Starcraft?

That's quite a lot of multitasking.

I didn't mean at once, I meant you can engage in all of those things as a person.

I'm alarmed that you're still encouraging me toward acts of international espionage.

Everyone ought to have a hobby where they meet interesting people.

And murder them, presumably.

Well, not always. Mr. Bond didn't murder his temporary girlfriends, as I recall.

That goes a little beyond "meeting", don't you think?

I suppose that depends on how fast you work.

DOCTOR LUTECE

If you're going to text me on non-university related business, you're going to have to confront the fact I know what sex is, Fawkes, and sometimes make references to it.

this is indecent

i text you on a matter of personal courtesy and concern and this is how you repay me

How on earth is this indecent!

The business of temporary girlfriends assuredly is!

Is that what you call them? My, how very proper of you.

That is the metaphor that was used prior in this particular conversation.

I'm simply delighted you continued using it. Are you going to get further scandalized if I use another phrase?

I suppose that would depend on the phrase.

I'll save it, then, for another time.

[And because she's not entirely sure you're allowed to menace your assistant when it's over text messaging.]

In the meantime, speaking of Mr. Bond: you'll be delighted to know I managed to vanquish no less than three insects, and with a gun that straps to one's wrist, no less.

...I heard something about wrist guns. From Professor Dawes?

Yes. He gave me one on temporary loan. Which reminds me, don't let me forget to bring it to the school on Monday, I have to remember to return it to him.

I'm fairly certain a wrist gun is against SOME school policy or another.