[ He seems so insistent... but again she shakes her head, hair swaying with the movement. Honestly, she feels a little perplexed herself; why does he feel the need to give her something? ]
You’ve given me some of your time and company already, haven’t you?
[ That hardly qualifies. She, too, has given him her time and company. But his attempt at bargaining has fallen flat, and he settles for folding his arms before conceding in silence. This is the sort of poor company he's given her. ]
[ That hadn't been her intention, to dampen the mood (from an already sorrowful topic). She sets her finished cup down, stepping forward and looking up at him with light in her eyes. She only smiles at him.
The arms crossed, that expression... It's like it's been truly a long while since he's been denied anything. It's almost as if he's-- ]
[ She reminds him of the first Oracle then—touched by divinity, yet so ordinary in spite of her extraordinary background. Truly, she reminds him of a mortal more than anything else when she gets like this. Somnus unfolds his arms.
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You’ve given me some of your time and company already, haven’t you?
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The arms crossed, that expression... It's like it's been truly a long while since he's been denied anything. It's almost as if he's-- ]
...Your Majesty. Pouting is unbecoming.
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It's time that he left. ]
I thank you for the drink.
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And I... thank you for your time.