*reaches back to scratch the centre of his back which is slightly itchy and is promptly rewarded with a slap by Marcie(?)* *forcing some measure of composure and certainty into his voice* Well, I guess I've changed. *tugs at his hair, which is sorely in need of a haircut, and is slapped by the hairstylist Jonas(?)* *twists to glare at both Marcie(?) and Jonas(?) and is a little surprised when they withdraw* (*yes, he has changed and what does it matter if he's still in love, in the midst of his rage; he is determined to keep his own counsel now*)
*clenching his hand into a fist and not noticing how his assigned gophers back away further* Anyway, I think Liz has arranged something in Ossiriand in six weeks or so. If you can get away from the tourists, we should meet up.