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( A singular bark of laughter; turned back to face him. ) If you're implying certain members of the nobility intentionally protract their vocabulary in order to confuse their liegemen...you are correct.
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( . . . Promptly looking away. Shoulders drawing back. )
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It reflects our high birth and education. That we advance ourselves, with the use of our privileges. Instead of . . . sitting around all day, succumbing to gluttony.
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( A brow arched. ) But a scratch, was it?
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"Thee" is a little too formal. Don't overexert your vocabulary. Otherwise, you do well.
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Have I not tortured you enough, smuggler?
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( Faint smile at the corner of his mouth. ) You said "you may." You become more articulate by the day. Seems I must not relent on my ceaseless corrections.
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( . . . Eyes to the heavens. Very . . . tentative, hesitant elbow back. ) I said that they will have you whipped. Not I.
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( Is bumped. Near-keels in his seat. Narrowing eyes. ) ๐๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฐ I, you mean. And do not . . . do that, to lords. They'll have you whipped.
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( Mouth parted. Aghast. Eyes darting to the ground, head ducking with it hurriedly. ) I - I do not know. I do not . . . associate with such women.
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