The Fortress of Meropide is an autonomous entity. I can do as I please. Be a good boy and I won't.
[ ...That's better. His prior sense of unease dissolves. Lyney isn't being harassed by anyone, and he'll tell him if it should come to that. Their interactions haven't formed the barrier he might have imagined. And he's made it crystal clear what happens when you sass the Duke. It's for his own good, but Wriothesley can't picture himself being able to convince Lyney of that--and besides, it's his turn to do a little teasing. ]
[ He can, that's the part that sucks. There's no escaping that. This was his domain. When he's goaded to be good – a good boy – it makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up and for a brief second, his stomach tightens. ]
Always for you, Your Grace.
[ Two can play that game. The boy turns, off towards the exit with a dismissive hand. There's nothing else to say, is there? May as well not linger... should go shower. ]
330. Don't forget.
[ He pantomimes closing a book, not even looking back to see if Wriothesley pieced the two together. ]
no subject
[ ...That's better. His prior sense of unease dissolves. Lyney isn't being harassed by anyone, and he'll tell him if it should come to that. Their interactions haven't formed the barrier he might have imagined. And he's made it crystal clear what happens when you sass the Duke. It's for his own good, but Wriothesley can't picture himself being able to convince Lyney of that--and besides, it's his turn to do a little teasing. ]
no subject
Always for you, Your Grace.
[ Two can play that game. The boy turns, off towards the exit with a dismissive hand. There's nothing else to say, is there? May as well not linger... should go shower. ]
330. Don't forget.
[ He pantomimes closing a book, not even looking back to see if Wriothesley pieced the two together. ]