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So if I want a good romp with a man in uniform I should wait for peace? *laughs* I'd be waiting forever.

An excess of such indulgences is what we must suffer now. But the revelry will soon wear thin, I doubt it not. Rather, there's an army of men who came to shed blood, and may yet, though there's not an enemy in sight.

*raises an eyebrow* Oh, boys can always find a reason to fight, even if they have to invent it. They end up calling it 'sport' and make insanely complex rules for it.

*snorts* Oh, it's sport enough, constrained in rules or no.

Men make it all a sport, which implies a winner and a loser. You seem to accept the loss. We women prefer to work a bit differently.

Alas, it is our nature. We are most base creatures, are we not?

We are, male and female both, just in different ways. Frequently annoying, but just as frequently amusing. The trick is to not forget the annoying will come.

Both, depending on how one would care to see it. An annoyance may prove amusing as easily as amusements might be annoying.

*eyes him over* I think I like you. *sticks out hand* Charlie Blaine.

*takes it and kisses it, before bowing*

Iago. At your service, lady.

*greatly enjoys the gallantry* Well aren't you just lovely.

Not many men left who enjoy making that sort of fuss, more's the pity.

So I've heard from more than one lady in this place. How unfortunate a place thou must come from, where men take not the time to display such standard courtesy.

*chuckles* It's dismal. Dark and boring. And you've brightened it with so little effort. *raises an eyebrow* What would it take to keep you around?

If so small a gesture is all it takes to make it that much brighter, I'd do it for nothing. *tilts his head quizzically* Around?

Near by, close at hand, within reach. *chuckles* Around.

I will be around often, then. Though thou may tire of me soon enough.

*La la la, let's not think too hard about the metaphysics of the Nexus in relation to Iago being in Cyprus at the same time*

You will certainly tire of me much faster. I'm a demanding woman.

*giggle* Won't think of it at all, doesn't matter....

A truer statement than most.

How cruel a thing it is, to have the enemy's neck snatched from beneath one's sword. Now there's naught but a score of soldiers with blades drawn, in desperate need of some use to put them to.

A most unfortunate occurrence. More than likely for all of the neighboring countryside, unless of course, there is a good solid hand holding their behavior at bay.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Perhaps, sir. But I'd say there's more bother in it than beauty.

And there lies the beauty, good sir.

True enough. It can be useful, in its way.

I take it you don't like peace?

I am indifferent. But I know those who revel in it, and others who abhor it. The latter prove more interesting.

Why's that?

Because a soldier, a violent man by nature, is wont to turn his attentions to violent pursuits when they grow restless and idle. And there lies opportunity for sport. His blade is drawn and at the ready, and it takes little provocation to see him seeking a back in which to bury it. But see a contended man: languishing in peace, lethargic. What interest can be devised from that?

Just because you don't wanna see people die don't mean you's borin'. It just means you value human life.

I do value human life; 'tis why I fight at all. And I do not mean that the thirst for blood is what makes him interesting, merely the thirst for blood is, only upon incident, why he is so animated and therefore interesting. Men who hath none such inspiration as that which lust for battle motivates are prone to doing less and are therefore, in their indolence, less interesting.