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[bouchonne]

Is he married?

[rowancrowned]

He is not.

[bouchonne]

Then I'd like to borrow him for a while.

[rowancrowned]

What state will he be returned in?

[bouchonne]

Completely unharmed. Simply with his lips perhaps a bit better-kissed than before.

[rowancrowned]

And who will be debasing my son?

[bouchonne]

A charming and beautiful young lady of my acquaintance who has never had the occasion to kiss a boy before.

[rowancrowned]

And you came to me instead of my son?

[bouchonne]

Is there something wrong with that?

[rowancrowned]

Ask my son. He is an adult by our measure, he can refuse or accept.

[bouchonne]

But I thought that a father was the keeper of his child's virtue.

[rowancrowned]

Do you have designs on my son's virtue, that I am needed to protect it?

[bouchonne]

Would you protect it if I did?

[rowancrowned]

Only in the most abstract sense.

[bouchonne]

What dreadful parenting. Simply shocking. I thought parents were to lock their children in cages to prevent them from any impure encounters. So will you make an introduction, then?

[rowancrowned]

For his coming-of-age, I gave him a knife.

Introduce yourself. Formality is unnecessary. He will find your proposal amusing.

[bouchonne]

[ A heavy sigh. ]

But this way would have been so much more charming.

[rowancrowned]

My son has far more charm than I. I think you will like him.

[bouchonne]

Don't be so cruel to yourself. I cannot think of anyone more charming than you.

[rowancrowned]

Hold your opinion until you meet my son. As I said, he takes after his mother.

[bouchonne]

Ah. And she was a charmer, was she?

[rowancrowned]

And beautiful.

[bouchonne]

Deceased, from the sounds of it?

[rowancrowned]

Yes.

[bouchonne]

How long has it been?