Melek found himself amused by the Comte's laugh. Faelyn had always said that he was difficult to draw out, and that observation had held true. Certainly, being one who had once been dead, relegated by his own stubborn will to remain in purgatory of neither heaven nor hell but for the love of his Lady and hers for him.
"I doubt very much you are a casualty of anything, Monsieur." he noted with a smirk. He reached into a mahogany humidor with ornate trim and withdrew two cigars from it. Handing one to the Comte de Rochefort along with a cutter.
"I also doubt very much you would prefer to be in a household of simps who dote on your every word. Surely this gives you chance for your own pursuits, such as your vineyards...or hunting, perhaps?"
"The fact is, Sebastien...."Melek stopped abruptly, realizing he had no permission to be so familiar. "May I call you Sebastien? We know how to handle women, you and I. You were ever the sought after dark gentlemen in the court of France - and even when you wed, so many were making fools of themselves, vying to be your mistress. It is an art, non?"
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Date: 2015-02-14 05:27 pm (UTC)"I doubt very much you are a casualty of anything, Monsieur." he noted with a smirk. He reached into a mahogany humidor with ornate trim and withdrew two cigars from it. Handing one to the Comte de Rochefort along with a cutter.
"I also doubt very much you would prefer to be in a household of simps who dote on your every word. Surely this gives you chance for your own pursuits, such as your vineyards...or hunting, perhaps?"
"The fact is, Sebastien...."Melek stopped abruptly, realizing he had no permission to be so familiar. "May I call you Sebastien? We know how to handle women, you and I. You were ever the sought after dark gentlemen in the court of France - and even when you wed, so many were making fools of themselves, vying to be your mistress. It is an art, non?"