[VOICE; LOCKED to "Pendragon"]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Someone hasn't eaten in a few days and is starting to get peckish. She's hesitant to go down this road, but so far this is the only prospect aside from Carter, who she respects a bit too much.

So her lazy drawl comes on over the communications network, appropriately in ancient Norse because...why not?]

I'm starting to think that you were all talk, darling.

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[primogen_vampirate]

You suppose? Darling, there's very little left about me for you to "suppose."

[hung_garian]

Okay, anyone who says that, there's clearly a lot left to suppose about.

[primogen_vampirate]

Piqued your curiosity, Pendragon?

[hung_garian]

Piqued a little more than just curiosity, sweetheart, but sure, let's go with that.

[primogen_vampirate]

Well, you're perceptive. I am fascinating.

[But that's all she's saying. Although she does stroke his hair absently. Apparently he really is her lap dog.]

[hung_garian]

[That's Gabriel for you. Anyone who can't work with children or animals has no chance of dealing with him.]

Mhmm. Like an enigma wrapped in a riddle wrapped in a taco.

[primogen_vampirate]

Taco?

[Doesn't bother her enough to ask.]

It takes one to know one, I suppose. Pendragon.

[hung_garian]

Please, if I got any more transparent I'd be invisible. What you see's what you get, sugarplum.

[primogen_vampirate]

Then what's your real name?

[hung_garian]

[He laughs.]

Well, even the most see-through guy's gotta have a few secrets.

[primogen_vampirate]

I can't begrudge you that. Everyone has something to hide.

[hung_garian]

Except me and my monkey.

[The 1930s can bite him.]

Glad we're on the same page.

[primogen_vampirate]

Mmmhmmm...

[She continues just stroking his hair silently for a minute or two.]

I hope we are.

[hung_garian]

[Okay, so maybe Gabriel is basically a small fluffy animal. If he had a little less dignity he'd be purring by now.]

That sounds a little ominous.

[primogen_vampirate]

Not intentionally, I assure you. Just the remark of someone very accustomed to the other shoe falling.

[hung_garian]

Yeah, aren't we all.

[Hang on. That remark and Gabriel's mild paranoia and, oh yeah, 1930s - he'd been there, sure, and maybe it wasn't exactly the Victorian age, but...]

Oh. If that's your way of suggesting I get down on one knee and make an honest vampire of you, consider the other shoe officially dropped.

[primogen_vampirate]

[She snorts.]

Contradiction of terms, darling. "Honest vampire."

[hung_garian]

You said it, not me.

[primogen_vampirate]

I don't know you nearly well enough for what you're suggesting.

Rather forward, don't you think?

[hung_garian]

Rather forward's my middle name. Kind of a mouthful. Which, interestingly, is my other middle name.

[He flashes her a grin.]

My parents had high hopes. I've tried not to let them down.

[primogen_vampirate]

Nothing worse than failing up to your parents' expectations.

Me? I've always suffered for not being born a boy.

[hung_garian]

I don't know, I like you as a girl. Y'know, just my opinion, yadda yadda, but for what it's worth? 'Female' is very much a good look for you.

[primogen_vampirate]

That's because the way I wear my suit emphasizes my breasts, darling.

Careful. You stroke my ego much more and we'll have a mess on our hands.

[hung_garian]

[He shrugs.]

God of chaos, sweetness. Mess is kind of my thing.

[primogen_vampirate]

More like the god of bad pet names, really.

I always thought Loki was a giant, not a god.