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I'm not jealous, Officer Valentine. You should judge your quarry better. Why should I mind your having coffee with someone else? You're not even that attractive.

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You wound me~~, not~~.

Bitter over something? Some small slight?

Hmph.

Go away.

[OOC: So's Alec.]

Et tu, Brute?

If that was the 'unkindest cut of all', I shall take all the credit for it.

You do so enjoy kicking a man when he's down.

It's one of the many things I love about you.

It's only those men who deserved to be kicked when they're down. But, really, it's just in my nature.

What did you do to get yourself snubbed?

I haven't been snubbed, Cain. Honestly, aren't you paying attention? Officer Valentine has an inflated idea of his own importance.

Are you ignoring me now? Oh, that's precious.

Oh, yes, of course. He's trying to make you jealous and has failed completely.

Very well then, saves me the trouble of explaining why I had coffee with her.

I sense a note of sarcasm in your tone, Cain. I don't appreciate it.

So you're not jealous, despite how you're acting like a spurned woman? Very well, then.

I don't care that you did, so why would I care why? Really, you must stop this conceited line of thought.

[OOC: Alec doesn't care. He's a slut.]

Hmmm. The women you know must be meek little things. Ginny Vandal would knife any man who spurned her. My Grandmother would have had his brains stewed as an aperitif.

The Lady Ariadne was fond of smacking me with her fan when I ignored her for a few days. And make no mistake: the Lady Ariadne was nearly an Amazon. And Emmeline was always my thorny princess. She had a sharp tongue and as quick a hand. ~~But so she had to be.~~

They sound like charming little things. I take it the Lady Ariadne had only her right breast?

She wasn't that much of an Amazon--you can take my word for it.

Are you feeling threatened, Cain dear?

Why would I? Why should I?

No reason, darling. Continue posturing.

You asked a question and I answered it.

Does a free cup of joe mean that much to you?

No need to be defensive, dear.

When I first met you, I thought you were as frustrating as another man I'd met.

I now see that you're, somehow, actually worse. Well done.

Thank you!

I have to wonder how you manage it and continue to live.

I have excellent security.

Clearly, you must.

Sore over something?

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