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[kissofthewhip]

[I guess there's really no way to leave a sassy welcome message in one's brain to greet those trying to get in touch with him with.

So just leave a message.

Mavros shall attend to each promptly.]

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[frog_mouth]

Fairly late in the morning. Nine o'clock.

[kissofthewhip]

['Late' he says, when Mavros is pressed to rise before 11.]

Very well, messire.

Have you anything else you wish to add?

[frog_mouth]

["That you'll be prohibited from mocking me for my weak efforts" is something he doesn't precisely want to lead with. But the thought of him playing dominant for one such as Mavros...The notion is quite nearly absurd. He was honestly rather uncertain whether he was even equal to serving in a submissive role, and that was merely following orders. This -

Well. No matter. It shall be what it shall be.]

Nothing. Do you have any questions?

[kissofthewhip]

[That it shall.

Whatever Edgeworth deems fit to give, he'll take. And he will have no allowance to mock.]

I cannot think up more at the moment, so no.

[frog_mouth]

[A single, short nod. Then he meets Mavros' eyes, and asks him:]

What is your signale?

[kissofthewhip]

[Mavros doesn't look away, though he does sit back in his chair and rub his knuckle along the bottom side of his mouth. His signale? Definitely not sunshine...

...it takes a few moments for him to come up with something and what he decides on prompts wry amusement.]

Amarante.

[frog_mouth]

[Edgeworth's eyes narrow very slightly. He asks, in response to that edge of amusement:]

Am I missing a joke?

[kissofthewhip]

[Easy, messire.]

Something of one. 'Amarante': the name of the woman who serves as Princess Sidonie's closest attendant. Maddening with her beauty...and yet daughter to The Head of Naamah's Order.

[Which is more of the key for him than the fact he wishes to court her shamelessly.]</small.

[frog_mouth]

[He relaxes very slightly and allows this explanation with a slight upward incline of his chin.]

I see. Very well. Then that will serve.

Remember it well, and practice it if you must. I expect that it is not the sort of thing you are accustomed to uttering. But like I said: I will tolerate any number of things; I will engage in any act your fancy impels you to wish. But I will not see you suffering by my hand.

[kissofthewhip]

[Being lectured like this would have him rolling his eyes in any other situation. He still wishes to, but this is serious and for his penance is going to treat Edgeworth with the utmost respect. What misfortune is that he can't toss a quip in reply. Not accustomed just yet, messire, but if I ever find way home be sure to know I'll be fixing that.

Instead he takes a drink.] If those are your rules, then I will honor them.

[frog_mouth]

[A nod, and he drinks the last of his tea and stands.]

Then be prompt.

[And he turns and goes.]