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[She paused on the video before speaking, looking uncommonly serious for someone usually so full of laughter, drawing a slow breath in. Trying to find words that were... discreet, not completely applicable to her. She was, at times, capable of such things.

There has been just the one thing on her mind, for all she was trying to remake her friendship with Bess. A quiet niggling, but it was more then that, it was a deep seated anxiety, and for once, it showed. Before it had been a case of out of sight, out of mind. But now? Now it was different.]

Tell me... has anyone every had someone appear that they... they came from the same place, so to speak? And... if they were bound in some way...

[she chewed on her lip for a second.]

... would you still be expected to honour that bond? Even in your heart you did not want to, and you were loathe to be in that persons presence even a little?

[she didn't hate her husband, necessarily, but she knew, it was a mistake for her to ever be around him. Nor could she forgive him, and she was just starting to enjoy herself here.]

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[She nods, again taking her time before answering, though there is a faint smile there for a moment.]

Try me. I've been in the ton for a long time, sir or madam. Subsequently, I know a great many males of the peerage, born to the highest of houses, but sadly, not very many true gentlemen.

[Quite a sharp woman to have gathered that much. Who would've thought?]

If a true gentleman exists, chances are he's a dull blighter with no personality.

[He sends that, and then a few moments later, he sends the following:]

You've probably gathered by now that I am not a true gentleman. Can't tolerate the man? Why honour anything?

[Most people get it wrong the first time. It comes with that bubbly personality and love of fashion. Still on her end, there's a faint snort of amusement at that.]

Very true. Perhaps that is why I do not know very many, I like to be entertained. Still, I've seen bad men do good things, and scheming men throw it all away for simple joys. [a shrug, and she tries not to think too much about Grey.]

No, but that doesn't bother me, as you may have also worked out. [Another pause in her reply, and her voice is quiet.] I'm a woman, he will just take my children away from me and I will never see them again if I left him.

[He really is the wrong person to be speaking to. His loyalty is flimsy at best anyway and he can hardly tolerate children. On top of all that, he could care less about his own family. And he is indeed a scheming man who throws it all away for simple joys.

Oh well.]

No chance he's grown tired of raising 'em, eh?

[She doesn't mind.

But at his words, she snorts, amused in the wrong way clearly.] How often do you suppose a Duke gives up raising his heir and other children?

[He's chuckling behind the veil of anonymity.]

Oh, perhaps one out of every fifty. Perhaps your Duke is that black sheep. I wouldn't place bets on it, but they're not bad odds, depending on how you look at it.

[She's smiling as well, amused regardless of her personal worry. Not that she's completely distracted but, WHOEVER HE IS, he's making them feel less severe.]

Oh, I think not. Doesn't a good gambler look at previous history as well as the current odds? Suffice to say my Duke of a husband hasn't given me any hope to that end.

Stubborn sort, is he? And the odds of him taking a tumble off of a tall cliff? Perhaps backing into a particularly sharp, well-placed knife? Taking an unaccompanied stroll through London only to wind up with a shot in his head?

Any of those more likely?

[She knows what he's saying is awful, and she is still scared not to mention when everyone suggested such violent things she was a little bit horrified to speak of murder so openly...

... But right now, she starts laughing instead, louder then she meant to.]

Oh that's awful, my mysterious sir, that's truly awful. [she pressed her hand over her mouth, trying to stop the escaping giggles.] No, my husband is much too stubborn for that. Even if it was tried, he'd probably live just to spite me.

[Really? He's having a grand time.]

Never you worry, Little Friend of the World. No man is too stubborn to die if you know how to go about doing it.

Perhaps, if you prefer something less messy, we'll just remain hopeful that he chokes on his supper. Simple enough, eh? Though, has this Duke actually arrived, or are you being pessimistic?

[Well talk to him is alright, it's much nice to make light of the situation.

Oh dear and now they seem to have terrible nicknames for each other.]

I'll take your word for it. Can't say I've ever been in the business. But choking on his supper sound suitable.

Merely pessimistic, much to my happiness. A friend of mine recently appeared in this place, and it got me to thinking.

The business of murder is a delicate one. Any addle-witted twit can do it, but if you get caught? That's just hard cheese. You weren't good enough. There's a rather impressive difference between ending the night in a cold cell and ending it with a warm meal at home.

But I suppose that without him here, all we can do is go the route of hoping he chokes on his supper.

Yes I have heard that it is easily enough done, people are so frail after all. But you're right, not that I've ever put much thought to it. I abhor violence.

Shall you hope with me then, sir? [she gives him a rather timid smile for her.]

Abhor violence? Why, My Best Beloved, ask yourself this: how dull would life be without a little bloodshed?

I will, however, hope with you. Your Duke sounds like a right tosser.

My darling sir, I am but a woman, even if I am a Duchess. It doesn't do for us to get our hands bloody, what will the men think if their precious wives were sullied in such a way?

[she snorts.] He does have his good points, but they are sadly lost on me by this point. He at least I know, will look after our children.

I imagine that the shock of seeing their wives with bloody hands would cause them to soil themselves and choke on their suppers. Then, I believe the chore is complete.

[she disappears off screen for minute, doubling over, and all can be heard was her laughing.

She reappears after a minute, hand over the mouth, still giggling.]

Oh, dear, yes that... that would be a shock.

Just the sort of shock a delicate situation such as this requires. It's something you may want to take into consideration.

[She makes herself look very serious, an astute nod and everything.] Of course, the most serious consideration, have no fear my mysterious sir. Your words have been taken to heart.

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