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The Commander or the Provost.

[ He needs a distraction, so he’s making one. ]

Which would you fuck?

Looks alone, or do I have to take into account...everything else about them?

[ Templar. Rifter elf. Married. Etc. ]

Mm. Everything. Full consequences.

That's an impossible decision. If the Commander weren't who she is then sure, I would, but who she is is a nightmare. And the Provost has grown on me a bit, I'll grant, but he's the opposite of my type.

[ True, but. ]

Don’t be a coward.

I'm thinking! Who would you choose, then?

The Provost. I refuse to lower my standard. [ Singular: no Templars. ] And the Provost seems more likely to let me top.

Do you think? Seems too undignified for someone that pretentious. Are you sure you're not just assuming because of the willowy elf thing and the knee-length hair?

Do you think Coupe is more likely?

...I suppose that's true. Hmmm.

But then you never really know, do you? I bet people have had that same thought about me.

I never did.

[ A slosh and swallow. He's drinking. But not too much. ]

Stop stalling and choose.

What? [ a little offended, and willing to be derailed by it because yes she is stalling ] Liar. Yes you did. You must have. How could you not?

I'm an excellent judge of character,

[ but not really, ]

and how hard someone wants to be fucked.

[ she scoffs. scoffs ] You're so full of shit. I could just have wanted to fuck hard, period, you could not have known I'd let you top. I don't think I'd even realized that yet when we met again.