[ That does give her pause. Is that what she's doing? Stooping to his level? Not really, she thinks at once; Mandrake would never have the stomach to cut someone's throat personally. Kitty...Well, after six-odd months here in Thedas, it...honestly doesn't seem so difficult. Is that wicked? The fact that a demon is scolding her for her morals sends an odd, squirming discomfort up her spine.
Stick up for-- you think this is me sticking up for him?!
[It suddenly occurs to him where he is and what he's doing - standing on the edge of a rooftop, one foot jammed against a stone protrusion to keep his balance so he can linger there while arguing with her when he should have been gone minutes ago. There is no conceivable reason at all for him to be here and snipping back and forth with her when he could be wearing the guise of something feathered and vindictively beautiful and using the rush of wind to drown out the sound of her entirely.
[A blustering noise. A sharp scoff. A witheringly witty retort:]
Wouldn't you like to know!
[Alright sure, it's not the sharpest he's ever been but-- but why do you keep doing this, Bartimaeus?! Honestly! You'd think he was under some charge to sit there and listen to her talk for all that he's let her prattle on! He shakes himself. Firmly:]
[A whistling sound, followed by a pop and then nothing at all.
Look, the sending crystal was broken already. Chucking it off the roof and wiping it the rest of the way out with a snappy little detonation is just responsible magical artifact ownership.]
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So, defensively: ]
Why d'you stick up for him?
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Stick up for-- you think this is me sticking up for him?!
[It suddenly occurs to him where he is and what he's doing - standing on the edge of a rooftop, one foot jammed against a stone protrusion to keep his balance so he can linger there while arguing with her when he should have been gone minutes ago. There is no conceivable reason at all for him to be here and snipping back and forth with her when he could be wearing the guise of something feathered and vindictively beautiful and using the rush of wind to drown out the sound of her entirely.
What on earth is he doing?]
I'm putting you in my pocket now, Kitty.
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Why, 'cause you can't think up a good answer?
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Because for someone supposedly so interested in my freedom, you sure act as if you're entitled to my conversation.
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Oh, sorry, is talking something that's oppressive to you, now? 'Cause you sure do a lot of it, if so.
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Wouldn't you like to know!
[Alright sure, it's not the sharpest he's ever been but-- but why do you keep doing this, Bartimaeus?! Honestly! You'd think he was under some charge to sit there and listen to her talk for all that he's let her prattle on! He shakes himself. Firmly:]
Goodbye, Kitty.
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Look, the sending crystal was broken already. Chucking it off the roof and wiping it the rest of the way out with a snappy little detonation is just responsible magical artifact ownership.]