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[amant]

I think, ma chere, that you have more flights of fancy than even myself which is saying a lot. Should I be pleased that you are considering putting me in a setting sans some psychopath trying to play scientist? Oh, you let me have some fun in a few other places but nothing of great permanence. Of course not—you like torturing me the best!

Why should I believe you for a second when you let on that you want to send me somewhere that is, for better lack of the word, safe? Quaint? Picturesque, non? It sounds too perfect to be true and I will not show any enthusiasm for it.

 

…even though, it is nice to be involved in a game that has more nations suffering alongside myself, ouais? 

You could actually commit to that reserve and finish that application.

[Here he does pause, and is that a hint of deadpan? Couldn't be!]

Without comparing me to a hipster, preferably. Just because you have a bizarre sense of humor it does not mean you must exaggerate the truth! That's not even the truth, but I know you-- once an idea is in your head it might as well be stuck there with tar. Time is ticking, mademoiselle.