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Tristane gestured him closer. She wore an enormous rubbery apron and yellow boots.
"Lovely outfit," said Osric. "Crime-scene chic."
"Thank you," said Tristane. "It has pockets."

"You might have told me you were going to try to seduce him."
"That wasn't the plan. But, well--if I'm his type--"
"This is appalling to watch."
"To watch? What about me? I'm living it." Fairhrim shuddered. "That man is a vaginal desiccant."

Mordaunt propped Aurienne on the ledge that rimmed the inside of the lantern room. He stood in front of her, irresolute, his brows drawn, his mouth an anxious press. The concern on his features was unsettling. His mouth was for snarking, not for looking worried on her account.

There was an undercurrent of command in Xanthe's otherwise casual tone. The time for argument was over.
Aurienne bowed her head. "Yed, Haelan Xanthe."
"Now, go put the re in research, and try, try again."

"I've discovered that the Haelen Order is in pursuit of funding. They're seeking a substantial amount for one of their research endeavours. You've heard of the Platt's Pox outbreak?"
"Vaguely," said Osric. "I don't keep up with street urchins and their diseases."
"This particular disease may offer scope for you to strong-arm a Haelen into healing you."
"Bless the pestilent children, then," said Osric.