Nathan’s eyes closed, relieved that The Exiled Lord was distracted so quickly from the subject. It was easy enough to frame a truth is such a way that it looked like something it wasn’t, but it get troublesome if someone was able to interpret the truths correctly or kept questioning him on what exactly was meant by the answers. Straightening a few face feathers that had become slightly ruffled, the socialite went back to studying the proceedings. Judging by the discussion the Ocelot had joined in on, it was going to be an interesting night.
Meanwhile, the creature of the figure’s thought was delighted that he finally met others of high intelligence who were willing to debate with him. Glaring righteously at the scent hound sniffing his buttocks, he stalked haughtily away so he wouldn’t be tempted to harm it just yet.
“I suppose it sounds extreme if you put it in those terms, Masked Gentleman, but I think the metaphor you are using is a bit off. Imagine, in taking off your skin to avoid wrinkling, you would still be able to live perfectly well without it and could do whatever you wished as it would not wrinkling to something that isn’t there. Then, at some point if you felt that having your skin had once again become of major importance, you could take it back and it would still be as young and vibrant as you remembered it even anything you might have done one you took it off. Is that really so horrible? And, it would be alright with me if you decided to do so. Just be gentle and remember to keep and eye out for potentially dangerous sigils so you don’t touch them.”
Even as he layed down on his back to allow easier petting access to the man, the feline turned it head to look at Tess. “Yes, well. I suppose surprising someone with your intellect later is a perfectly reasonable idea if you are not very confident that they will not be blown away by your observations even with a bad first impression brought on only by the truth. However, that should not stop someone else from doing so if they are assured enough in themselves.”
One could practically hear the challenge in his voice. After finishing his words to the Insatiable Detective, the predator then locked his eyes on the rag-covered Lord.
“While it’s true that it is said that the Bazaar runs on romance, it is also said that it has way of corrupting romance, turning it into something dark and twisted. And does anyone in this room, Miss La Coil included, really want to see first hand if that rumor holds any truth? I know I would prefer not to.”
He then set his head down on the floor, content- for now- to listen to discussion while having his belly scratched just so nicely.
edited by NathanGerimi on 8/9/2012