[This is not the place to be having this particular conversation. Loudly. In the open. Where he feels he's repeating himself more times than he enjoys. To his own retainer, no less. What exactly is going on with Laslow exactly?
He suspects, perhaps, the flowers have something to do with it. He undoubtedly was feeling some sort of way... all of which is quickly being burned away with this conversation and his ever mounting frustration.]
I'm sure it's very pleasurable, Laslow, which is why people do it and make terrible decisions simply to have more of it. That's not the issue here nor has it ever been.
[The conversation about devotion and loyatly that they'd been having before almost feels like it never happened at all. Every moment they continue to talk about this the more closed off Xander allows himself to become. These questions breech a comfort line that he is none to pleased about.]
No. [The word is firm and sharp.] I am the Crown Prince of Nohr. And one day I would have been married to someone I did not know or maybe was vaguely aware of. And that would have been that. What proceeded that would have been an expectation for children. And the act of doing so would fall from uneventful to perhaps a mildly pleasurable experience. Either way it would be done with a Queen I was only just getting to know or would never know at all. And what follows then is difficult to say. We would have been married and happy or simply two strangers required by the kingdom to be together.
So again. No. I have never wondered such a thing. Not once. And not now even with the restrictions of my birth removed.
[Xander gives his retainer a very scrutinizing look, his brow deeply furrowed. Perhaps if Laslow was ever in his shoes he may understand the expectations that are on one of his status. It may be a difficult concept to grasp for those whose opportunities for things like love are near endless. It truly has never bothered him any. Not really, anyway. Other than a wistful thought he has dismissed the idea entirely for his own good.]
Why are you pushing this so Laslow? As I have said... If this is what you want to do then do it for yourself but I will not accept anything that comes from you getting material items this way.
[If he didn't know any better he'd say... No. His thoughts stray no further towards impossibilities. It would be down right nonsensical.]
I will speak no more of this. And we should leave this place anyway... It is making you speak out of turn and I will have no more of your persistence in this matter.
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He suspects, perhaps, the flowers have something to do with it. He undoubtedly was feeling some sort of way... all of which is quickly being burned away with this conversation and his ever mounting frustration.]
I'm sure it's very pleasurable, Laslow, which is why people do it and make terrible decisions simply to have more of it. That's not the issue here nor has it ever been.
[The conversation about devotion and loyatly that they'd been having before almost feels like it never happened at all. Every moment they continue to talk about this the more closed off Xander allows himself to become. These questions breech a comfort line that he is none to pleased about.]
No. [The word is firm and sharp.] I am the Crown Prince of Nohr. And one day I would have been married to someone I did not know or maybe was vaguely aware of. And that would have been that. What proceeded that would have been an expectation for children. And the act of doing so would fall from uneventful to perhaps a mildly pleasurable experience. Either way it would be done with a Queen I was only just getting to know or would never know at all. And what follows then is difficult to say. We would have been married and happy or simply two strangers required by the kingdom to be together.
So again. No. I have never wondered such a thing. Not once. And not now even with the restrictions of my birth removed.
[Xander gives his retainer a very scrutinizing look, his brow deeply furrowed. Perhaps if Laslow was ever in his shoes he may understand the expectations that are on one of his status. It may be a difficult concept to grasp for those whose opportunities for things like love are near endless. It truly has never bothered him any. Not really, anyway. Other than a wistful thought he has dismissed the idea entirely for his own good.]
Why are you pushing this so Laslow? As I have said... If this is what you want to do then do it for yourself but I will not accept anything that comes from you getting material items this way.
[If he didn't know any better he'd say... No. His thoughts stray no further towards impossibilities. It would be down right nonsensical.]
I will speak no more of this. And we should leave this place anyway... It is making you speak out of turn and I will have no more of your persistence in this matter.