hah. oh, mon docteur, i thought you were already aware that i know no shame——if anything, i ought to be... honoured to have you with me. though, i hope you're aware that some people may mistaken you as my partner, yes?
bars are usually where life from every corner of the world, both light and dark, are convened; an unwitting game of russian roulette for them if i joined you. why, mon chéri ... don’t tell me you’re ashamed to be seen next to me?
hm... perhaps. i find it hard to believe one of the fatui harbingers would willingly stand in a gay bar of all people, unless there is an ulterior motive.
am i, really? it's curious how 𝑛𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑦 is the first thing that comes to your mind. i did not expect that would lure you in... what, did you wish to come over, hm?
“ hm. so, you truly 𝑎𝑟𝑒 dense, after all. ” lanky digits curls around warden's tie, idly toying with garment. “ well, well. i suppose a little reward for the effort is still due, indeed. close your eyes﹖ ”
⠀“ "impress"? ” he half scoffs, half laughs. with a small bounce, he hoists the magician higher in his arms. “ you've got it all wrong. i'm doing *you the favor, as requested. shouldn't *you be aiming to impress *me .ᐣ ”
“ 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑎—— ” thistle hues widens, frail arms hastily enveloping warden's neck. yet, he's quick to adjust own hat, sulking. “ my, how uncouth. you need to start working on manners if you wish to impress me. ”
⠀“ fine. ” maybe it's a bit extra, and a little mean, but he tosses the magician up, only to catch him in his arms, princess style. “ is this better .ᐣ ”