"Convenient? How am I to know what hour is convenient to you? It is not as if I have some method of observing your activities while you are so far away--or, even if you were close by, perhaps in Kirkwall, an interest in doing so--though upon reflection it is much more convenient, to me, at least, when we find ourselves situated in the same city, so that I can prevail upon you frequently, and know at a glance if you are inconveniently occupied--"
Val takes the wine glass that has been serving as his inkwell, and finishes its contents. It is some hours, or perhaps days, old, and the sediment that has gathered at the bottom is peppered with house dust. He makes a little face, but gives no other complaint. Déranger moves in to lick the inside of the glass, and Val tips it toward her obligingly.
"Bronagh is getting along adequately. Once we had dinner together. She does not make good conversation, at all, but I am not terribly surprised by this. Déranger trusts her, Veronique does not--which I am, similarly, not terribly surprised by--oh, but I have already started to speak of this in my correspondence. I will save my thoughts upon this topic, and those upon your drawing--it would be better to have them written down, then we might conveniently speak of them--I might ordinarily feel the smallest amount of pity for Vanderak, but it will be a good test, as I said before, to see if a dull person can be coaxed into being an interesting person, and made to contribute toward a worthwhile conversation. Yes, good night, mademoiselle. I hope your very early morning is productive and that our conversation does not distract you too much from sleep--though I find sleeping to be rather overrated, myself."
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Date: 2022-07-23 08:47 pm (UTC)Val takes the wine glass that has been serving as his inkwell, and finishes its contents. It is some hours, or perhaps days, old, and the sediment that has gathered at the bottom is peppered with house dust. He makes a little face, but gives no other complaint. Déranger moves in to lick the inside of the glass, and Val tips it toward her obligingly.
"Bronagh is getting along adequately. Once we had dinner together. She does not make good conversation, at all, but I am not terribly surprised by this. Déranger trusts her, Veronique does not--which I am, similarly, not terribly surprised by--oh, but I have already started to speak of this in my correspondence. I will save my thoughts upon this topic, and those upon your drawing--it would be better to have them written down, then we might conveniently speak of them--I might ordinarily feel the smallest amount of pity for Vanderak, but it will be a good test, as I said before, to see if a dull person can be coaxed into being an interesting person, and made to contribute toward a worthwhile conversation. Yes, good night, mademoiselle. I hope your very early morning is productive and that our conversation does not distract you too much from sleep--though I find sleeping to be rather overrated, myself."