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[Bless her, maybe she can move on to shapes and colors before long!

Her admission to having no power over him, while plainly obvious, does amuse him. But he lets her finish her part, long winded the pair of them are, he understands well the need to be verbose. To her comment about being kept out of his affairs he merely nods, seeing no reason to involve her anyway. Little does she have what he'll be needing in his grander scheme, after all. As she rises, heading towards the stairs, saying her last bit, he once again bows—graciously and formally.]

Worry not, 'tis little intent of mine to involve you and yours with aught I've devised. Quite contrary, for you are not mere pawns for the game.

[Rising once more to stand at his full...well, slouched height, he continues to give her that sly smile of his.]

I wish not to delay you much further, and so I would be glad to be off. Know that I am grateful for your audience which scant was I owed.

[He turns to head out, but then jolts with a thought, turning briefly to look back at her.]

Ah! Ere I forget—and if you do not mind my query—to what end is this establishment's performative arts? It would be remiss of me to mention not the curiosity it has piqued.

I would hope we aren't involved in your game to begin with. [Little is she interested in playing games she doesn't have control over, after all. She's never been... great with being told what to do or to be manipulated at any due length of time.

That was her thing, after all.

Though she does pause when she reaches the floor proper, a brow raised at his questioning. Well, she supposes that's a fair enough thing to answer.]

There are a few different things lined up. That is my... particular fondness, but there are others who do things from cabaret, to performance theater, to singing, pretty much anything that is interesting enough. I'm still working on a semi-final list of performers, but they can come and go as they please. [She moves to finally take a seat, a hand moving to scratch behind Allure's ear who makes a pleased humming noise.]

Other nights I may just turn it into a proper club, who knows. It depends on the night and the feeling.

[He offers no comment to the first, since whether or not she and hers will become a pawn will yet to be seen. For now, she isn't, but later? Perhaps.

To her explanation, he looks duly interested, nodding shallowly with interest.]

I see, a rather flexible and all encompassing array of entertainment—as any such performative entity should be. How marvelous. Well! You may yet have yourself a patron, I would be glad to see this place take to the skies, to witness how well it soars.

But, I do believe I have overstayed my welcome, and thus I shall take my leave. So long, friends, till we meet again.

[And, despite the pain in his goddamn leg, he muscles through to his usual gait, waving that usual wave on his way out.]

Edited 2020-05-17 20:22 (UTC)

[It isn't until Solus is physically out the door, and it's shut behind him, that Tyler finally unclenches, and slouches heavily into his seat.

He knew he was tense but holy shit was it a relief to see the back of That Motherfucker.

His signs have a somewhat stiff edge of exhaustion to them, now.]

If he comes near me again I swear to God Isis is going to try and throw him off a bridge. She already did it once on the flight over.

[It's not just him who's tense, if Lydia's slow sigh and stretch is anything to note. Though she's glancing at his hands for a moment, noting the difference and frowning at him after she's done with her nonsense.]

Honestly, I couldn't blame her for doing such a thing. I think that's why Allure and Lussios in particular seem particularly tense. Not a great reading. [Though she does switch her gaze to the tiny bird, wherever she decided to roost, with a small bit of a smile.]

Though, I do believe someone has earned herself some head scratches, if she wants to cash those in.

[Tyler notices the look on her face, but meets her with an almost blank evenness, like a challenge.

There's a large red feather and a small eye staring out from underneath the collar of Tyler's overcoat, staring at Lydia. But at the offer of scratches, Isis bodily wiggles her way up and out of the jacket with a sharp peep and hops across the table for the attention.]

He fucking grabbed her when he started falling. She stopped hearing him for me - I know he noticed, too, you were talking about me.

[He doesn't care what you said, he can already assume.]

[She's not about to challenge it, that would make things go sour and she's not keen on doing that. However, she can't help but be amused at Isis'... well, everything, to be perfectly honest.

And is happily just reaching out to lightly scratch her little head with those nails, because of course she is.]

Whether he noticed or not doesn't really matter, does it? All it was was him rambling on and on to try and win my favor or mitigate the damage he's done. While trying to nose into business that he has absolutely no reason to know about. Same as Steven, come to think of it. [That should give him enough information on what he was saying, after all.]

Was she translating just me, then, or was she entirely ignoring the conversation because of him?

[The comparison gets a sly, brief smile out of Tyler.]

Don't tell Steven you said that, he'll get legitimately offended.

[Isis immediately nestles down and fluffs up under those scritches, and very nearly closes her eyes for it. She's gotta keep them open for Tyler, but boy howdy scritches.]

Just you. I doubt I missed anything actually relevant. He gives Isis a headache anyway.

As if I tell Steven anything, come on now~ [She really doesn't unless it benefits her, oops.

God, Isis is too cute and she'll continue those scritches until otherwise needing to stop.]

... Ah. So you heard some of what I said, then. [Shit. That wasn't what she had meant to happen, but that stupid jackass sure dragged her through it.]

[Another short-lived smirk.] The 'you and yours' part, yes. Which, you know, still works well for me. Better than how Solus tried to treat me on the ride over.

[Tyler, you absolute bitch. Sure doesn't stop a small hint of a smile and a roll of the eyes, though there's no malice behind it.]

Don't get too content in that~ Which, speaking of, what did you think of that practice performance?

[Oh good, the performance. The mere mention of it gets a creeping redness across Tyler's face, but he still looks rather pleased.]

I don't suppose you'd be happy to give me a repeat performance?

[That is what she wanted to see and she's humming to herself before moving to just casually straddle his lap.]

I could, or a different performance right here, if you wanted. [At least she's giving him an option?]

[His hands roam automatically down, starting on her knees and brushing up her thighs, digging his thumbs in a little to push up her dress a little, before he takes them back so he can talk. Though his face is much darker now, he certainly doesn't look opposed.]

What did you have in mind?

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