voice testing, be rough

[besotted]

Stop it.

Whatever it is you're doing, or planning on doing, I demand you stop at once and return me home. You must know who I am, and by association my father. But I don't think you know just what he - or, aha, my love -.... Oh, yes, I don't think you know just what they might do to you if they found out you were manhandling me in such a crude manner -

[ something inaudible goes here; something that sounds a great deal like mwah wah wah wah wah wah ]

...munhandling? That isn't even a word -!

Comments

[servant]

I'm sure getting to be the nice one for a change will more than make up for it.

[besotted]

I'm plenty nice. I haven't even told you how funny your nose looks.

[servant]

[...]

Except for the part where you just did?

And why does my nose look funny? There isn't anything wrong with my nose! Or my ears!

[besotted]

Did I? [ Whoops. Except for the part where she doesn't care. ]

It's all long and pointed. Have you looked in a mirror recently? It's a bit like a vulture beak. And I could hang clothes on your ears.

[servant]

[But hanging clothes is a bit like work, and he knows for a fact that you highnesses don't do that.]

...I'm gonna go. If you need anything, my lady-

[Don't call him.]

[besotted]

I haven't dismissed you.

[ But...on second thought, she waves her hand dismissively. ]

Yes, you can go. I find surrounding myself with ugly things is bad for my complexion.