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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[plundering]

Yeah, mostly. Those pills helped.

[They really did, even if she didn't sleep through the night.]

You?

[devoutish]

[He mmmphs again, and finally opens his eyes.

Something is off.

He doesn't sleep in his jewelry at home, and he only sometimes does here. If she had taken them all, it likely would have taken him far longer to nice. But he's missing one bracelet, and one ring - that's unusual.]

Who has them, you or the kid?

[plundering]

[Fiona is the picture of innocence.]

Has what?

[devoutish]

[He looks over at her, and-- clever girl. Lifting her hand in his, he raises his eybrows.]

Bit big on you, aren't they. You've got tiny little hands.

[plundering]

[Now she's smiling, just a tad smug.]

I think they look good on me.

[devoutish]

This one belonged to my great-grandfather. Father's side.

[He ghosts a thumb over the metal ring.]

It doesn't count when I'm asleep.

[plundering]

[She laughs, twirling the ring around her thumb.]

It counts. You can't move the goalposts now.

[devoutish]

If you had asked last night, I would've said the same.

[plundering]

I don't believe you.

[devoutish]

I have to be conscious.

[He slips a finger under the bracelet, but doesn't take it off her wrist.]

An obvious rule, yeah.

[plundering]

Tell me the other rules, then.

[devoutish]

I'll be reasonable. That's the only one.

[plundering]

You still don't think I can do it?

[devoutish]

I would like to see you try it.

[plundering]

Do I get anything if I manage it?

[She's stubborn and confident. She's completely certain she can do it.]

[devoutish]

My admiration.

[plundering]

[Fiona toys with the bracelet absently, still smiling.]

I've already got that.

[devoutish]

More of it, then. And a bit more brown sugar.

[plundering]

Mm. You can sweeten the deal more than that.

[devoutish]

All right, what do you want from me?

[plundering]

What are you willing to give me?

[devoutish]

I already told you. Now, try to convince me to give you more.

[plundering]

What is this, a test? Checking out my bandit skills?

[devoutish]

If you don't want anything from me, that's fine. Yeah, that's all right.

[plundering]

[Her eyebrows go up, and she slips the ring off, tapping it against his lips.]

Give me your robe. I get cold at night.