On the subject of teasing.

[illbebach]

Yes, it is fun isn't it? Creating this - dare I say - Wilde goose chase, riddling him in circles. I like a woman who can spin a tale, how satisfying that you should already know that.

Oh dear, did I just give a hint away? Whoopsie.

You're baiting him. We're baiting him. I think I might be enjoying this quite deeply.

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[illbebach]

Should I tell? You know how to keep a secret just as well as I do.

[osreborn]

Yes. And inside jokes are much better enjoyed with somebody who can understand them. Go on and traipse across your little web to whisper it.

[illbebach]

You rather have a thing about spiders though, don't you? Should I be scared?

But then again, were I a scaredy pants, I'd be missing out on your charming company. And I hate missing out. Decisions, decisions.

[osreborn]

Spiders are quite crafty, subtle creatures. I have a great deal of respect for an animal that waits for her victims to tangle themselves in her trap -- though it's not my own preferred method. There's also the snake, coiled yet unassuming, until he strikes.

But they mean no harm to one another.

[illbebach]

No wonder your son was so anxious to be your favorite. The psychotic one, I mean.

Unless they're both psychotic, then sheesh. What genes are you pooling?

[osreborn]

Only slightly -- and only by chance. I don't talk -- or think -- about his brother nearly so often as he thinks I do.

[illbebach]

Ohohoo. A regular Darwin of a father, aren't you?

He lacked your poise.

[osreborn]

No one likes to hold the hands of the useless. They'd let you lead them off a building if they thought that was where you were going.

My son, or Darwin? [ Pause. ] Either way the answer's the same.

[illbebach]

Vicious. [Beat.] I like it.

You're in the City.

[osreborn]

Yes. And you're dead. Supposedly, of course. That's never deterred me from a get-together before.

[illbebach]

As if a man has never come back from the dead before.

[osreborn]

My point exactly. I hope all your flies aren't buzzing around too comfortably.

[illbebach]

I've spun many a wide and whimsical web. But it's really touching, that you care to invest so. In little ol' me.

[osreborn]

I prefer being on top of the web rather than tangled up in it.

[illbebach]

Mmm, yes. You do seem like a top.

[osreborn]

Not the kind that you spin, I assume.

[illbebach]

Goodness, no. I wouldn't be so juvenile.

I do rather mean the screwing kind.

[osreborn]

Getting screwed just makes for bad business.

[illbebach]

No enemies between your sheets then? I find that hard to believe.

[osreborn]

I don't like to leave myself open to backstabbing.

[illbebach]

Cheeky little devil.

[osreborn]

You still haven't told me your agendas, you know. A hint will do.