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[thedominatrix]

Who: Irene Adler & Sebastian LeMat.
What: Insomniac chatter.
Where: A late night diner in Flyside.
When: In the wee hours of Shundi.
Notes: We are transplanting from a meme BECAUSE WE CAN.
Warnings: None as of yet.

I believe you," Irene says, admiring the picture once more and then looking at Sebastian with a slightly strange smile, her eyes thoughtful. Her expression is almost smug- got you- but it's also rather sweet. She likes a love story- not that Sebastian's exactly got hearts in his eyes, but there's more than one type of love, isn't there? And the way he says her name has something bright and lovely in it, no matter if it's romantic or not. "Lucky girl."

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[heardmermaids]

"Then she's named and yours." Naming a magical construct affects it, but in what way remains to be seen.

"I've never seen Shakespeare live, but I suppose there's bound to be a company somewhere in the city. If I'm taken up by the desire to change that."

[thedominatrix]

"I'll take you," she announces, ignoring that if in favour of charging ahead and not really implying that he has any choice in the matter. She's feeling fond of him, and what she does when she feels fond of people is drag them about according to her whims.

Anyway, she's got to hear more about the village.

"Baedal's theatre scene is, ah...indescribable." Take from that (and her barely suppressed smile) what you will.

[heardmermaids]

"I can only imagine." It's true. He's paid a little attention to the handbills put up around town, but it's not really been anything that he's focused on.

"I suppose it's a bit silly to say this, but I think seeing something live would be a novelty."

[thedominatrix]

"Good. I like seeing people do new things." She's finished her coffee now, flicking a piece of hair behind her ear (her updo not as pristine as usual) and presenting him with a smile half way between challenging and (God help him) perky. "You're going to like it."

[heardmermaids]

"I know I will, but you'll have to tell me what I ought to wear." He could trust his judgement or ask Malfoy, but might as well be honest with Irene and admit his ignorance.

[thedominatrix]

"The particulars depend on where we go," she points out, though with Irene, chances are the dress code is always 'up to the nines'. She says as much, adding airly, "But I'll be dressed up, and you'll be on my arm, so something suitably sharp, unless you want to be branded as my bit of rough."

[heardmermaids]

"I've never looked rough for the sake of it and I think going to the play will be novel enough," he says entertained by the thought of ever being a 'bit of rough'.

There's a carefulness to the way he presents himself that has been practiced and pulled on as a disguise for so long that it's almost natural. Even so, once he gets talking, there are flickers of who he was and still is. It's more than likely that Irene can surmise that at one point, Sebastian was very rough indeed.

[thedominatrix]

Irene is good at seeing those layers of disguise and reality- though layers isn't precisely the word she'd use for them. They're more intricately linked than that; there is more overlap than people think, sometimes.

"Then I can trust you to come smartened up," she says expectantly, mock stern before she breaks into another smile.

[heardmermaids]

Perhaps a more apt metaphor would be 'filters'; at heart, Harry is the same man, but he can been seen through various lenses and each alters the viewer's perspective.

"I think I can manage that." He seems pleased by this outcome and decides that it was worth the fit of insomnia.