On the subject of progression.

[enigmaestro]

He'll adapt, we both know this. The boy was always mutable if nothing else. There's hardly a need to worry, don't you agree? He'll be fine, he will.

To be quite honest, my greater concern rests with our little design regarding Norman. I really do owe him immensely.

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[enigmaestro]

As long as I find fit.

[viced]

I hope you know this is borderline petty. Please just tell me this won't screw us over.

[enigmaestro]

Have a little faith in me, Mitchell. You know what I'm capable of.

[viced]

I do, I do!

Let me worry.

[enigmaestro]

Why must you indulge in worry?

[viced]

When you can't do anything else to change a circumstance, it's better than not paying any attention to it!

[enigmaestro]

This is your expression of caring, then?

[viced]

In an 'I don't want us fucked' kind of way, yes!

[enigmaestro]

That's very nearly touching, Mitchell.

[viced]

It's not supposed to be! It's selfish!

[enigmaestro]

I decoded your hidden meaning.

[viced]

Hidden meaning? There's no hidden meaning!

[enigmaestro]

Please, Mitchell, remember to whom you're talking to.

[viced]

Can't we at least pretend? We're politicians!

[enigmaestro]

Mitchell, you are truly a scoundrel sometimes.

[viced]

Only sometimes! When it's going to do us some good.

[enigmaestro]

I never said such in a disapproving tone, mind.

[viced]

Well I disapprove of me being a scoundrel!

[enigmaestro]

Why's that, exactly?

[viced]

It complicates things, Edward. It's easier to tell the truth than it is to lie.

[enigmaestro]

I prefer some middle ground, myself.

[viced]

More wiggle room.