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[seated in an ornate armchair, speaking in fluent, articulate, and rather pleasant-to-the-ears Gallifreyan]

It's actually a bit disgusting, hearing you lot speak Gallifreyan so primitively. Like chanting off - no, that metaphor's incomprehensible without a background in high mathematics. Fine. Like writing Calculus and finding everyone else doing basic algebra.

[then he changes to Russian - less articulate, of course, but he's comfortable with the language]

This one, though, this one's a bit ironic. Look at me, the Master, the deathless, blathering on in Russian. Haven't been in ages, should probably go back and put a few more legends into the locals.

[sips from his wine, and slips back into Gallifreyan]

At least the people of the city still understand me.

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Not all Rogues turn in other criminals, in the experience of my travels.

That's part of a Rogue's duty--to protect the ones under him in his city, help the ones who come to him for it. Kayfer forgot that. Plenty of Rogues do.

Vaguely mafia-esque, I suppose. The tendancy towards secondary governments, of and by the people, which protect the interests of the people, for the most part. Interesting, always.

[She drapes her arms over his shoulders and starts playing absently with his hair.] You know, it's quite likely I shouldn't find you half so attractive as I do.

Mm... [leans into to touch, then tugs gently on her pleasure centers]

Probably not.

[She has time for a surprised,] What-- [before she shudders and digs her hand against his scalp. The look she gives him is slightly flushed and (very slightly) reprimanding.] Now that's hardly fair.

[quite the satisfied smirk] I know. [not like he stops]

[Another little shudder.] At least le--t! [She arches against him, dragging in a long, slow breath.] Goddess.

[lessens it] Do you not want that?

[Lessens, but doesn't stop, so she's panting a bit. She answers by kissing him. Hard.]

[well, now, that's rather nice, and he turns in towards her, returning the kiss in full]

[She breaks away, arching again with an almost pained sound. Have all the force of well-trained muscle driving nails into your scalp and back, Master. Aniki makes a pleased little growling sound and bites him on the neck.]

[well, he likes it that way, so that's quite fine, as the pleased hum in her head will surely tell him. But he knows where this is leading, so as he begans to seed a command in her head, he disappears - with armchair, and hopefully, Aniki - from the Plane]

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