At the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:
Eva: Where in the Empress's Realm has that boy run off to now? No wonder his ankle hasn't healed… Who's there? I have a pistol aimed at your head, you bloody... (to Luc) Oh. Mr. Vadrouiller ... What are you doing here?
Luc (to Eva): I was inspecting the security measures, Miss Greymalkin.
Eva (to Luc): I see. I wasn't expecting anyone to be here. I'll let you get back to it... I don't suppose you've seen Charles about?
Luc (to Eva): Last I saw him, he was hobbling towards George's room, but that was some time ago… So, are you planning on being weird with me from now on? Because, if so I could wear a bell so you can hear me coming and make your escape.
Eva (to Luc): I'm sorry, Mr. Vadrouiller. I'm afraid, I don't quite comprehend. Was I behaving any more "weirdly" towards you than I was before we were intimate? ...I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable somehow. That wasn't my intention.
Luc (to Eva): Well, you could start by calling me Luc. Or would that be too personal? I'm sorry. That was rude of me. I'll leave you alone.
Eva (to Luc): ... I can call you Luc if you'd like.
Luc (to Eva): Thank you. Don't worry, I'm not going to follow you around like a puppy or expect anything more from you… Unless, you express interest and then, well, I may even act vaguely affectionate. ;-P
Eva (to Luc): Please don't. That would be very confusing, indeed... That was a joke.
Luc (to Eva): Heh… Have you been having second thoughts about our encounter, Eva? We can pretend it didn't happen, if you'd prefer.
Eva (to Luc): Not at all. I enjoyed myself, it seemed you did as well... I suppose I assumed you'd lose interest after we were intimate.
Luc (to Eva): Heh… Why does everyone seem to think that I'm a cold, calculating heartless person? I do actually have feelings. Contrary to popular belief, I don't make a habit out of flings. Never have.
Eva (to Luc): ...You never seem to be exactly what I'm expecting. Interesting.
Luc (to Eva): May I ask what exactly you were expecting? That way I won't disappoint. ;-P
Eva (to Luc): I wouldn't worry. I'll see that you don't. <sigh> I suppose I should go and see if I can round up Mr. Turner. Awkward.
Luc (to Eva): Heh. Would you like assistance?
Eva (to Luc): Are you any good at handling a saw?
Luc (to Eva): Bone or Wood? I'm a dapper hand at both.
Eva (to Luc): It's a small one. I was hoping I could get Charles out of his cast. I have it here in my purse.
Luc (to Eva): Oh… I'm sure I could handle that. Are you hoping to keep the foot? ;-P
Eva (to Luc): ... Yes, of course! Why bother healing his leg if I was going to saw off his foot?
Luc (to Eva): It was a joke. I do believe you have a broad idea of what humor is.
Eva (to Luc): Yes, I know, but apparently understanding it, and attempting it yourself are two different things.
Luc (to Eva): Oh? So, are you suggesting that I should stop trying to be humorous?
Eva (to Luc): No. I was talking about myself. Nevermind. Let's go and fetch George's young man.
Luc (to Eva): Heh… After you, milady.
A few minutes later:
Eva (to George): <knock knock> George? Are you in there? We're trying to locate Mr. Turner.
George (to Eva): ... Just a minute. I was in the lavatory.
Eva (to George): ...If you say so. Do you know where we can find Charles?
George (to Eva): Why would you think he was here?
Eva (to George): Luc, Mr. Vadrouiller I mean, thought he saw him headed in this direction.
George (to Eva): Oh... Is he in trouble?
Eva (to George): No. I was going to remove his cast if his leg looked well enough. ...Why? What's going on?
George (to Eva): ... Nothing. Nothing at all. I think he went to go read in his room.
Eva (to George): ... Oh? Yes. I suppose I must have missed him. Should you happen to see him, let him know I'll be back tomorrow. Good night. (to Luc) It looks as though you're free from sawing duty for the evening, Mr... Luc.
George (to Eva): Yes, of course. I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that. He's been quite anxious to get that off. Good night, Eva.
Luc (to Eva): Oh? Well, that's a shame. I suppose there's always tomorrow... It was lovely to see you again, Eva. I do believe my wine & book is calling to me. I shall bid you good night.
Eva (to Luc): There's no point calling for a ride back to Colorado at this point. I suppose I'll spend the evening in the library. I do hope it's better organized than last time I saw it. Have a good evening.
Luc (to Eva): You can stay in my room, I'll sleep on the love seat. I promise no funny business. Or would you rather spend it in the library? I mean, I can see the appeal for you. All those dusty books needing to be alphabetized or whatever it is you do to them.
Eva (to Luc): Thank you. I appreciate your concern for my comfort, but I'm in one of my "fits", so I doubt I'll be sleeping much tonight. You arrange them by subject and then author name.
Luc (to Eva): Very well. Good night, Eva.
Eva (to Luc): Yes... Good night.
