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[footholds]

[ Indeed.

Nicola sighs and puts his fork down. ]

Keep me out of trouble with the Ambassador, and I will write to them to say he is so honorable he has decided to defy the rules. Maybe they haven’t hired anyone yet.

[altusimperius]

[Hope springs eternal. Benedict straightens a bit, nodding, the relief visible in how his face relaxes.]

I can do that.

[This has taken a very unique turn from where it began.]

As long as you... try to stay out of trouble with the Ambassador.

[He is cautiously hopeful, but people are nothing if not unpredictable.]

[footholds]

I did come here to help,

[ is a little dry, bordering on almost wounded. He has been taking his work very seriously! It's not his fault the Diplomacy Division is so well-stocked with murderers and the sons of suspicious Vints. ]

Would you like to tell him we are back on, or should I?

[altusimperius]

[A little sigh through his teeth, and Benedict decides:]

I will.

[Byerly has a big mouth and can make bad situations worse. This needs to not be one of them.]

[footholds]

Very good.

[ He rests his hand on his book and drums his fingers on it, once apiece in a quick roll. ]

Anything else, Officer?

[altusimperius]

[It would be a shame to forget anything now. Benedict looks at his notes, brow furrowed, then tentatively returns his gaze to Nicola:]

Do you need anything?

[it is his job to ask, as silly as this feels]

[footholds]

[ Nicola raises his eyebrows.

Nicola does not ask for information about Artemaeus's family and their dealings in Antiva.

He says, ]

Tavern recommendations?

[altusimperius]

[The oversight is appreciated. Benedict is taken a bit off guard by the question, but recovers.]

Nice or seedy?

[it's a serious question]

[footholds]

[ It's possible that his mouth twitches smileward. Briefly. ]

One of each, how about.

[altusimperius]

One of each.

[Pleased for the opportunity despite how this all started, Benedict describes first an upper class bar in Hightown that’s best for canapés and trend watching, then a dockside bar best known for drinks so stiff a single shot will knock you flat.

He leaves out that the second venue is his favorite for finding unhealthy hookups.]

[footholds]

[ Nicola listens with the air of someone who would be taking notes, if he had anything on hand to be taking them with, and answers the end of these descriptions with a nod. ]

Thank you. I'll have a look. Maybe I will see you there.

[altusimperius]

[Benedict opens his mouth as if to question if he'd even want to, but decides not to ruin the moment. Instead, he nods.]

Maybe you will.

[MAYBE HE WILL]