[Iago doesn't operate on fear. But it is disappointing to know that she is already so open. She's not stupid; she knows what she's doing. Iago is not here for it.
He lets her read as he inspects, touching nothing with the mug in his hands.]
[ She finishes her reading soon enough, and she'll close the file to put it on the table for the time being; now that it's read, by both of them, it can be tossed into the fireplace or locked away or he can even take it if he wants it. ]
[ Her own smile is gentle, but unwavering. She has a feeling she's going to find out a lot more than he finds comfortable. And that's right there, in her eyes, still as soft as they started. ]
You're going to have to give me more details: who is it? what happened? when was this?
[ A tilt of her head. ]
One of the things I was going to bring up at dinner is whether you felt safe at all, and whether you had everything you needed but if there's an active problem, I'd like to know about it.
[ And for many people, she'd ask if he'd like them to be replaced with better. But he's not someone she wants to trust with a stun weapon. He might do something worse that way. This is straigtforward, and would require him to do something active, definitive, visible and would probably keep that dagger in it's scabbard when it ought to be.]
Can you tell me more about her?
Height, body type, hair color, eye color. [ She leans in a little. ] And you said 'no one' could identify her. Who have you asked? [ She winces a little. ] If you did a public post, I might not have noticed it if it was recently.
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[ Focused on the file but clearly unbothered by him getting up. ]
My previous inmate actually lived here for a while. Consider this space as welcome as your own cabin.
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[He hates it. He hates that with every fiber of his being. To be holed up like some actual prisoner...absolutely not.
He pours himself another cup, humming softly to himself as he takes the opportunity to walk the room.]
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Don't worry. That isn't something I expect. Or even something I see coming down the line. David had some specific needs.
I know very well that helping you is going to be different than helping him.
[ Reading now. ]
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He lets her read as he inspects, touching nothing with the mug in his hands.]
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Did you want to talk about it at all?
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[He raises his cup up and shrugs.]
Is there anything you'd like clarification about? Truly, it is a tragic story.
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That depends on what you mean by 'clarification'. What do you find tragic about it?
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From where I ended up.
[He shakes his head.]
So many lives lost for no reason.
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They could have prevented it, after all.
[A flash of a grin.]
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[ No smile, but her eyes aren't harder. She's just curious where he's going with this. ]
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I could have been given the promotion.
[And he laughs. It's not an actual solution, but a deflection is good enough."
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[ She looks over at him curiously. ]
For some reason, I doubt it.
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[A charming, charming grin.]
Was there anything else you'd like to discuss?
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Yes. Why did you lie to me? Earlier?
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I don't recall lying to you.
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You do.
[ Absolute certainty. The kind that doesn't need him to agree out loud. The kind that knows he knows. And now he knows she knows he knows.
Then he gets a wry smile. ]
How about I let you regroup, get a new strategy that isn't 'lie to my face', and we have dinner sometime soon, okay?
[ Then she glances at the file. ]
You want that destroyed or... you want to keep it? We can lock it up? That's all your choice.
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But he also knows that he avoided answering the question directly, which is his temporary solution to a long term problem.
He doesn't acknowledge that she said anything about it.]
Keep it for now. Perhaps it will prove useful.
Dinner would be fine. [He sets the empty mug back on the table.]
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That's exactly what he is.
For now, she'll give a nod. ]
Great. I'll give you a ring and we'll work out a good day.
[ She moves to go put the file back away in the safe. ]
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The girl who attacked me. Will she remain unpunished for it?
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You're going to have to give me more details: who is it? what happened? when was this?
[ A tilt of her head. ]
One of the things I was going to bring up at dinner is whether you felt safe at all, and whether you had everything you needed but if there's an active problem, I'd like to know about it.
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Fortunately, I was armed. [And he pulls back his jacket to show the dagger at his side. He doesn't carry the sword much, but he has it, just in case.]
Given to me by a warden, and I am loathe to give them up after what happened.
I managed to force her retreat and a friend healed me after.
No one could identify her. I haven't seen her since.
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I'm not going to ask you to give up your weapons.
[ And for many people, she'd ask if he'd like them to be replaced with better. But he's not someone she wants to trust with a stun weapon. He might do something worse that way. This is straigtforward, and would require him to do something active, definitive, visible and would probably keep that dagger in it's scabbard when it ought to be.]
Can you tell me more about her?
Height, body type, hair color, eye color. [ She leans in a little. ] And you said 'no one' could identify her. Who have you asked? [ She winces a little. ] If you did a public post, I might not have noticed it if it was recently.
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He takes out his phone and plays the post minus any private messages.]
Shorter than me. Brown hair. Slight, with a strange gown.
I was startled.
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Any distinguishing marks, like scars or birth marks that you could see?
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