It's been a while...

[mayshereign]

This is utterly ridiculous, Mundane! Honestly, after all this time, you say you miss me? As if I'll believe such a thing! This is all just because you were sitting next to that English couple in the restaurant and now you can't get my accent out of your head, isn't it? Isn't it?

[M-maybe...]

Well, I won't have it! Months you've ignored me! Months! And now, all of a sudden, I'm supposed to take you back?! Just like that? [I never said that, England...] Un-bloody-likely!

[Jeez, England, why are you so angry, I'd have thought you'd be happy to get some fresh air for once, what's wrong-]

And I cannot believe you want to app at a magical school game and you're not even considering me!

[Oh...]

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[paysdelamour]

I am sure your Mun would be more interested in my twin sister, anyway, non?

[Tilting his head to the side a bit, smiling that damnable charming smile.] As much as I would love to try, there is no way I can win against her, with her certain... assets, I believe is the term to use.

Well, no matter. Is there really nothing to talk about? You're still talking with me, after all.

[mayshereign]

She would be quite happy to see her, for some bizarre reason, though I'd prefer to see her drowned. You understand. [Francis wins only because his competition is FemFrance.] I'm sure neither of us have paid any attention to her... assets, as you put it.

It's not my fault if you pick miserable topics. [Brushes a pigtail back with her hand.] If you wish to talk, think of something pleasant to say.

[paysdelamour]

Drowned? Oh, non non non, ma belle, do not say such things! She is me, you know, Angleterre - and how heartbroken I would be if you wished me drowned! Do you really wish me dead?

And it is quite a shame, really. They are lovely.

[With that out of the way, he smiles and draws closer. A little bit into the intimacy range of closeness, without being too far in - keeping just a bit of distance.]

Then shall I let the lady choose a topic? I am certain you will always find something pleasant to say, ma chère.

[mayshereign]

Don't tempt me, dear, you'd look very handsome black and blue all over, I'm sure.

[Stiffens up a bit and goes a little pink but doesn't back away. Refuses to let him get to her.]

... Which do you think would be better, sound, wind or water magic? [England, I already submitted the app, this debate is over.]

[paysdelamour]

Is that a promise, ma fleur?

[Oh, he's going to try to worm his way in somehow. He always does.

Francis thinks about it for a moment, before a little smarmy smirk pops up on his face.]

Why, sound, bien sûr. Any chance to hear your lovely voice... ah, it would be a delight.

[mayshereign]

[SHE'S JUST GOING TO IGNORE THAT it sounded innocent and purely violent in her head okay]

Yes, well, of course. But I hardly thought I needed magic for that, I would have preferred water if given the choice. Still, we're not exactly given much say in these things, do we?

[paysdelamour]

[Good girl, not falling for his wiles.]

Water, mm? That is a fine choice, also. The beauty of the untamed sea... I suppose, being an island, you have grown very fond of it. Not that I love the sea any less.

[He chuckles a little.]

Non, I am afraid not. It is terrible sometimes, being a muse. But in others, it is not so bad, sometimes wonderful. Seeing you, for instance. [Aaaand the grin is back, this time along with a wink.]

[mayshereign]

[Rolls her eyes.] Oh, don't give me that rot. [But she's smiling.] Yes, I'm sure I'm the highlight of your life. Really, dear, don't you ever get tired of going on like that?

[paysdelamour]

Non, I never tire of complementing a lady. Mais... [He brushes a lock of his own hair out of his face with a hand, content with her smile.] ... they are not idle flattery, you know. I have enjoyed your company immensely, that is, the little time on this earth we've shared together.

[Perhaps we can share more, is the unspoken conclusion to his statement, but he'd best let her figure that part out on her own.]

[mayshereign]

[Yeah, Rosemary doesn't get flirted with that much she's not getting that.]

Well- it's not as if I enjoy it myself or anything- my mundane might be she'll enjoy anything so- do you really have to get that carried away with that rubbish?! [What is flirting what is it]

[paysdelamour]

Ah... [You can practically see everything in his mind screeching to a terrible halt. But, Francis quickly recovers, smiling again, though this one is a little more sad.]

Oui, je fais... it is more fun this way, non? But it is not "rubbish", ma gemme, it is romance.

[mayshereign]

I hardly see what's fun about inane prattle. Or romantic.

... In any case, my mundane says that if you enjoy our time together she's more than happy to oblige. Completely against my wishes, I might add.

[paysdelamour]

Other than learning more about someone, you mean? Or finding common ties between you and someone?

Ah! Well, we cannot have that. Love should never be forced on a person, despite the wishes of our mundanes. Alors, this means I should either take my leave... or convince you to enjoy yourself.

[mayshereign]

[Well, that's just completely unfair, he's going to make her admit she doesn't hate him a bit??? That's horrible!] Well-! It would be against your wishes too, right? It's not like you have any real say in the matter!

[paysdelamour]

You talk as if being in the presence of a beautiful lady is torture. [He laughs.] I did say I enjoyed your company just moments ago, non?

I do have a say in this matter, mais, so what if I did not? I would still be spending my time pleasantly with you, ma belle.