*looks up at you* *gestures at his relatively clean boots* But it's just the perfect height for my feet and I've been working so ha-ard lately. It's not easy keeping you in the style to which you've become accustomed.
Some of my whiskey? *peers at your glass with something like disbelief* I think I'll have my own, thank you. *buzzes for a servant and gives the order with a whole twitch of one finger*
*leans back and laces his hands together behind his head* What's new, little boy?
*chuckles* Curvo? Our Curvo? I know you're peas in a pod, Turco, but really!
What's new, little boy?
*sniffs* I don't know who you're calling little. *stretches out a little, coming near to putting his feet on your coffee table again before remembering not to* We-ell. I managed to shake off a couple of nasty criminal charges. And then I shook off a couple of nasty criminals. Lake Helevorn is great for hiding bodies the evidence, you know? Anyway, I've got a bit of a scheme on the go. *very cheerfully* I may not survive but, still! I like a challenge.
*smiles* I'm nothing if not faithful. But Moryo, you're wholly unfortunate that way. With your wealth I'd've thought plastic surgery might be an option?
*looks faintly amused by this discourse* I had no idea the clientele even traveled so far out of the way these days. I suppose you would find a way to wrangle it. Anything I ought to get in on?
Plastic surgery? You wound me, you know? And we're from the same gene pool and everything.
Anything I ought to get in on?
*wrinkles his nose* I'll ensure you reap the benefits if I can pull it off but I think it's a one-man job. *glances at you* You do like Doriath Red, don't you? I'm envisaging a decent vintage from, say, thirty years back?
*suddenly slaps you on the thigh* Say, I saw a nice little plane taking off when I was coming up your drive. You haven't been having parties without me now, have you?
Fascinating, isn't it? I just haven't decided whether I'm the mutation or the rest of you are.
*sighs blissfully* Oh, yes. In fact, they may not be able to do a single thing right except that. Exactly that. *eyes you shrewdly* Are you thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking?
*leans his head back and closes his eyes* Írissë is her own party, of a sort. The good sort.
Are you thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking?
If you're thinking what I'm thinking you're thinking I'm thinking then yes. So we'll say no more until Thingol sends out the arrest warrants.
Írissë is her own party, of a sort. The good sort. *sighs* Oh, Eru. If it's not Curvo, it's our pretty little cousin. *faintly* I'm sorry I missed her.
*nods* Say no more. *with an ironic grin* Oh, you are a villain.
I'm sorry I missed her.
*eyeroll* I doubt whether she'd say the same. You wouldn't enjoy our visits, Moryo. So full of words and exhibiting somewhat fewer beatings and similar sources of mindless entertainment.
*pulls at his cuffs to straighten them* *blandly* No, Moryo, we are not...fucking, as you so eloquently put it. I don't expect you to understand. *raises an eyebrow* I do expect you to remember my particular feelings on that concept, however.
*moans and covers his face with his hands* Oh, you have to be shitting me. I thought that it'd be different this time round, you know? What a waste, Turco.
*sharply* And I thought perhaps you'd have learned this time around to cease regaling me with your decidedly enthusiastic opinions of your decidedly disgusting compulsions.
*takes a sip of his drink and laughs quietly* Actually, no. I don't think I did.
*grins cockily* Please, I wouldn't be me if I didn't take every single opportunity to gross you out. And you wouldn't be you if you weren't all refined and shit.
It may all come to naught. I'm not sure I'd fancy being fenced in by mountains for the rest of my life. *teasingly* Ah, well, I could always place you as regent in my stead, I suppose.