his smile widens -- a true smile, one that reaches his eyes -- for this really is too much. she truly doesn't know him! her dear duke has taught her little, then, in her years as his precious lover, if he has not taught her to be wary of piter. ]
Ahh? And how would you propose to do such a thing, my Lady?
[ though his tone retains that name mentat coldness, he allows himself to accentuate the giedi prime speech pattern, the subtly foreign lilt of his voice. ]