new icons (she didn't ask for them).

[eisenhardt]

Oh, yes. Thank you. I'm absolutely abashed by all the attention. And you're covetous too? As always, the charm compounds.

[ translation: i hate you and everything you choose to make me. ]

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[eisenhardt]

More flattery. It follows me like a stray dog.

[rankles]

Less flattery than it is an observation. Strays don't simply follow.

[eisenhardt]

It suits. I care to be observed only slightly more.

[rankles]

You prefer anonymity above all things, then. Are you hiding from something?

[eisenhardt]

It's not enough to find the attention of others taxing?

[rankles]

It begs the question of why; people are social creatures, are they not?

[eisenhardt]

Most of them, yes. There are exceptions to every rule.

[rankles]

You're an exception, of course.

[eisenhardt]

To this one.

I take it you are too. To humans, at least.

[rankles]

I'm hardly human. Don't compare me to your race.

[ The conceit, it reeks. ]

[eisenhardt]

[ no surprise at all, just a hint of acuity summoned to the surface. ]

If I did believe that it would be to insult them, not you.

[rankles]

You think you're clever, framing deities in terms of human error.

[eisenhardt]

I won't argue where one ends and the other begins. My field is art, not anthropology. Suffice it to say ego is not enough to cow me.

[rankles]

If you assume this as an attempt to 'cow' you, then I have to wonder how backwards the human race has gotten with its methods of coercion.

I rather liked a few of your so-called wise men.

sorry for late, busy week.

[eisenhardt]

Well how lovely for them, to have the favour of one such as yourself. And you are?