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Undoubtedly a relief for your readers.

Undoubtedly. So much more appreciative of the atmosphere I can give a story than the cretins the 'canonical' version of myself has to cater to.

Not that I wouldn't mind his circulation numbers, of course, but we take the lot we're given.

I was wondering when someone like you would show up.

OOC: Soooo trying to resist making a Knightress muse right now.

Inevitable, really. Though the lack of proper narrative structure, rest your pretty little overpowered head, means I don't have incentive to stay for very long.

((Hah. Awesome as that would be, you might not want to if he would be the only reason. He's a very rare appearance indeed.))

...though I might be incited to stay around just long enough to say hello again to dear Jessica.

((Shush, you.))

Better to have fewer readers and greater freedom, but I am biased.

I have no freedom anyway, or either way, at least the sort you retain the illusion of. I am as I'm written.

*sighs* There is no real freedom for anyone, no matter what illusions they may hold. Why break that fragile tissue of illusion if it is not necessary and provides comfort?

You've misinterpreted what I said. I don't make an effort to 'break that fragile' tissue for anyone, whether it would be a cruelty or a kindness. I merely happen to be aware of it myself.

Then you have my sympathies. It is difficult to live without some illusions.

Ti, stay away from him.

Ah-ah. *draws his fingers across his lips. Zip.* Telling people what to do is my job.

*raises a single brow* Might I ask him why before you use your abilities to silence him? And I should warn you, I am not animal enough to be swayed so easily.

Or I could tell you, just as easily as he could. I have nothing to hide.

As long as I receive the information.

Very well. *a mocking smile* I am a very bad man, you see, who is able to make people do very, very bad things. Your friend is likely concerned for your sanity, your safety, and your chastity, not necessarily in that order.

*looks her over, boredly, like a piece of meat at a butcher's shop* You may reassure him, though, if you wish, that I could do, and have done, far better.

*amusement twinkles in her eyes* You are no threat to my sanity, safety, or chastity. Though chastity exists only in a specialized form. Most of my mind exists on a metaphysical level that the pheromones I sense you exuding cannot touch. And safety, well, *smiles in matching amusement*

But thank you for the explanation. Explains why he was attempting to be sweet. Though I do wish people would remember I'm not human. It would make life so much more straight foreword.

Ah. One of those. Of course.

*more amused* One of 'those'?

Good luck?