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[kykeon]

[In the old days, men came to Circe, not the other way around. But a great witch knows how to improvise, especially in the name of revenge. Especially in the name of petty revenge.

Expose her disguise in Salem, will he? Well. Can't have Robin Hood being too perceptive and clever, without consequences for his fat mouth. 

Servants may not need sleep, but enough liquor makes them pass out when they put their guard down. She doesn't even need to be too quiet when sneaking into the kitchen, stepping around the scotch and cards from a British get-together. No King Arthur but a few knights, a poet and a pirate. And, ah-ha! An outlaw, with drool sticking poker chips to his cheek. 

Circe taps a finger to her lips. Hm. All men might be pigs, but it wasn't quite fitting in this case....hadn't been grabby fingers, but a quick tongue that had earned him this trouble... a tilt of her head. That russet hair, standing on end, did already put her in mind of a certain bushy creature. Why not complete the look?

Boop!

She taps a finger full of magic right onto his nose and steps back to observe her handiwork. Not cruel enough to earn her deserved scorn - enough to teach him not to blow her cover. And if he was so sly and crafty, than surely, not too hard a task to discover who'd turned his ears vulpine and given him a tail to match that kitsune Caster's? Admirable handiwork, if she will admit that to herself. Perfectly fluffy copper fur even she wants to reach out and pet.

Fufufu. 

Time for a fox to hunt a hawk. And for Circe to spirit herself away before he catches a whiff of her among all the alcohol.]

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there's so much dust on this thread

[ludia]

[ well yes, good looks came with money. but roguish good looks is the more common phrase. hm. had Nero coined it? she might have. right now she couldn't exactly recall how the Latin translated into Japanese but...it sounded pithy and clever and therefore her type of saying - first task for the new spymaster: become familiar with Emperor Nero's collected writings and see if she's come up with the phrase roguish good looks. the mental note comes and goes; Robin holds her whole attention when his lips adjust. somehow the height difference disappears, in these instances. so that Nero can guide the pace, guide her lips across his chapped kisses. increase the tempo, the use of delicate instruments like tongues and touch, that stroke his brow and jaw between the little sounds he makes. the ones that sound like breath and grunts and stop touching - okay that one she should have listened to - ] H-hey! [ grabby hands throw a tantrum when all they can hold is the air. ] That was romantic! You can't start and then suddenly stop! [ it had taken so long to get a moment like that! and to have it snatched away - it wasn't fair! it would be even worse than just ghosting on someone, no matter what reasons and there is no meta text here. take the full force of her Imperial glower, even when her lips are shimmering from their shared spit. ] You should stop being so sensitive! One cannot behave themselves when prompted with a thing so tantalizing! [ j'accuse....your ears! ]

grabs my vacuum

[offshoots]

[that's a job for a secretary or personal assistant, not a spymaster! the only thing he'll spy is how indulgent her writing is. especially if they're her poems.

if it's romantic, it's only because she's roman. if he's sensitive, it's only because he has ears and a tail that he isn't used to. kissing in a hallway isn't what he would call romantic. he would call it teenage. they're supposed to be thousands of years old, they're supposed to be dead but here they are.

shenanigans. sometimes he'd rather still be dead.

her Imperial Glower has no effect. neither does her small tantrum. it never has besides irritating him.]

Are you talking about yourself? I can behave just fine. [yeah, right. some things that he's done today proves otherwise.] I'm in the middle of finding someone to get rid of these, not being sensitive. Pardon me for wanting to stay on track. Besides, now that I'm your spymaster, you can't get all-- [he was going to say lovey-dovey but he doesn't like that. nothing with love. what's a better word?] clingy anymore.

make robin clean up

[ludia]

[ wait does spymaster not mean personal assistant ] If you could control yourself then you would not be a wanted criminal. [ point - Nero (?). but a rather unsatisfying point. especially when it's followed by an audible GASP of air. ] Clingy? How dare you! [ that earns a very pointy poke right in his chest, piercing right through all that chest armor. ] Now that you are my spymaster, you must learn the first lesson of servitude - do not bite the hand that feeds you! [ maybe that was the phrase she coined? hm. have him look that one up too.] You cling to me, not I to you! Now! You insist on being on track? [ and his arm's in a death grip, only five of her tiny calloused fingers needed to snap him from a stand still. stay on track? she'll be the one to determine the track! and that was - - was - - where had they been going again..... it'll come to Nero eventually, as long as Robin stopped trying to get her to stop pulling him. ]