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[bouchonne]

[ He blinks in mock-surprise. ]

Why - are you suspicious of me?

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[A grin, all teeth. He drinks from the glass.]

[bouchonne]

[ And Byerly studies that smile, and lets out a long, long sigh. ]

What can I do to allay your suspicions? To win your trust?

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I'm sure you'll think of something.

[Maybe he will.]

The work Amsel was doing - how do you mean to continue it?

[bouchonne]

Maker preserve me; don't tell me you're coming after me for mage rights, too.

[katabasis]

I mean her interest in the Qun.

[bouchonne]

Ah, I haven't read that section of her notes. Tell me all about her interest in the Qun, please, Captain.

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We didn't speak at length on it. [Or anything whatsoever, save the aborted murder of Archon Radonis.] But something will need to be done.

[bouchonne]

Something.

[ He reaches for the bottle, reaches out to top up Flint's glass before refilling his own. ]

Do you have suggestions?

[katabasis]

Do you have thoughts?

[Parry.]

[bouchonne]

None at all.

[ He smiles toothily. ]

[katabasis]

Ah. [He takes a drink from the topped off glass and then sets it well aside.] That's too bad.

[bouchonne]

[ Hm. By doesn't do anything so obvious as narrow his eyes or frown at the sight of the alcohol being put aside, but - It is quite annoying. ]

Come, Captain. I'm sure you've very strong thoughts on what's to be done with the Qunari.

[katabasis]

I do. But I don't have to convince myself.

[bouchonne]

What serendipity.

[ A tiny, ambiguous toast to Flint. ]

[katabasis]

[He touches the glass, raises it a fraction, and then once more discards it. He gets his feet under him, sets his hands at the chair's arms as if to rise--]

Well this has been illuminating as always, Rutyer.

[bouchonne]

Seheron was of interest to you, after all, wasn't it?

[ He continues quite civilly, quite as though Flint hasn't given any indication of anything aside from a desire to prolong this pleasant, comfortable chat. ]

[katabasis]

[A pause. It's not in any way a turn in conversation, but maybe that's way it warrants it; Rutyer holding course on much of anything is unusual. That this is the thread he's chosen to pull on is baffling.]

Was it?

[bouchonne]

Wasn't it? Was that not the reason for the interest in Nascere? Dreadfully strategic for the Tevinter Navy, all that. For retaking the lost island.

[katabasis]

[He snorts, and rises from the chair.] I'm relieved we have such a strategist in our midst.

[bouchonne]

Please, Captain McGraw.

[ And then a twitch of his brows, for all intents and purposes looking genuinely embarrassed at the slip of his tongue. ]

Forgive me. Flint.

[katabasis]

[Perceptible there in the cheerfully lit room, the half righted line of his shoulders sharpens. The man tips his face to regard Byerly then, and for a moment there plays out some real flash of shock before it's replaced by a crackling stillness in the lines there - an impulse toward expression being actively flattened.]

Excuse me?

[bouchonne]

[ Confirmation. Beautiful truth. He'd had his doubts that the information is true, but now he has none. ]

Such an odd mispronunciation. My sincerest apologies.

[ He looks perfectly guileless as he gestures to the chair. Which is ominous: Byerly Rutyer never looks guileless. ]

Please, do sit. Pick up that drink. There's still so much to discuss. And I so dearly wish to be friends.

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[For an agonizing beat he does nothing at all save for some small movement from the hand at his side - fingers shifting, the calloused pad of thumb against the knuckle on his first finger. Then he sits. He resumes possession of the glass.]

Then by all means.

[bouchonne]

[ Such an odd choice for a spy, if a spy he is. He gives himself away constantly with twitches and jerks, flutters of the eyelid, flaring nostrils. How clear that look of shock had been on his face. Even in his neophyte days, By had never been so transparent. Though, to be fair, he'd also never accomplished anything with his rage; anger no doubt carried the Captain far. ]

I am desperate to know what Tevinter will do next. More than anything else, I want to know that.