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[katabasis]

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[bouchonne]

Yes, but by a really fun one.

[ He steps back, then, and straightens his lapels. And, cheerily - ]

I could give you a dose. If you'd like. To loosen someone's tongue someday. Or a poison? I'm honestly quite well-supplied, if you have any desires.

[katabasis]

[He sags back, hip checked by the desk. A hand returns to his side.]

Get the fuck out, Rutyer.

[bouchonne]

[ A little wave of his hand, acknowledging; he turns to go. But then hesitates, and tosses back over his shoulder - ]

Nothing for your side? What I can supply is a bit better than what you'll find amongst the basic infirmary kits.

[katabasis]

[Somehow, the offer doesn't appeal in this hour.]

Give your best to my wife.

[bouchonne]

[ A shrug, then a casual wave - and then he saunters out, leaving Flint to deal with the last of the drug himself. ]

[katabasis]

[And the bottle, left there on the desk. And Byerly's glass, practically full still.

It takes effort to make his way across the room to the door and bolt it. When he returns to the desk, it's to fetch up the abandoned glass. The wine's drinkable.]