Private Conversations

[dominioned]

The confessional before you is ornate and well maintained, ebony colored wood embellished with the visage of two angels. A jet black curtain separates the confessional from the rest of the Church, offering a surprising degree of privacy to any eavesdroppers nearby. Unlike the rest of Krakow, the inside is dimly lit by a small light bulb securely attached to the ceiling which emits a faint red light. While the atmosphere isn't exactly cozy, it is private.

A smooth voice calls out to you once you've sat down, familiar enough to identify the speaker despite the partition between you.

"Welcome welcome. I take it something is on your mind?"

We're in a museum now, Harry.

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[reanbeans]

Yes, it is.

I'd heard you had caught Erik, but...you didn't do anything to him as far as I can tell. Why?

[ He was curious to hear what answer the other might give. ]

[dominioned]

Oh, that. [ His smile can be heard. ]

Several reasons, and I don't mind providing you one. The breach of the castle was hardly due to myfailure, so while I did have to escort him out, there was no reason to make further moves. Far be it from me to correct the Lady's hubris, when it's not specifically in my job description.

[reanbeans]

[ Okay that was a little amusing, and sure Rean didn't doubt this guy would be akin to an Ouroboros member.

But also...Rembrandt wasn't the lady. So even if he had his own goals and Rean doubted he could trust him... ]

That's certainly true.

...But, thank you for doing that, Rembrandt. I know that, given your role in this, it's complicated and I'm not about to assume you're doing it out of the goodness in your heart... I really do appreciate it. If the Lady had seen Erik then, it'd have been over in a heartbeat.

[dominioned]

[ He chuckles lightly. ]

I won't leave you wondering: it was for the sake of my own curiosity, and to that end I don't intend on telling her about the intrusion. The lady and I have our own arrangement, and while that comes first, that doesn't mean our desires line up perfectly.

[reanbeans]

...I'll keep that in mind.

[ But, Rean was still thankful nonetheless.

That being said... ]

I don't think I've ever asked before, but I was wondering...how do you like your tea?

[ Rean was still thinking about how the other said it was 'passable'. And maybe it was bothering him, a little. ]

[dominioned]

I don't. I don't like tea, but if I were to drink a beverage it is the most preferable. That being said, I have considerable experiencing in serving it.

[reanbeans]

...Oh.

[ Maybe Rembrandt should meet Celestin. Then again he's sure the blue haired man actually likes tea. ]

Is that why you didn't like it so much even though I served Earl Gray?

[dominioned]

No. It was oversteeped by roughly 10 seconds, so while it was acceptable, every second matters when it comes to evoking the proper taste.

[ This sounds like its serious business. ]

[reanbeans]

[ Omg, Rem, please... ]

...Ten seconds? How can you even tell that in the first place?

[ He must be messing around with him. He's almost sure of it. ]

[dominioned]

[ He laughs lightly. ]

I have a sensitive tongue.

[reanbeans]

[ Jiii...well, he'll sigh. ]

Alright. Well, I guess there's no way to make a tea you'll be satisfied with, but I had to see if I could try.

...I think I'll also be leaving now. I hadn't anything else to say, so have a good evening.

[ He could say that without it just being false pleasantries, because he was still thankful of what the other did. ]

[dominioned]

Have a good evening, Rean. Don't be a stranger. [ And Rem can apparently just add on that at the end, it's daijoubu. ]