In the Longfellow bunker, The Tombs; New London, Britannia:
Winchester (to Luc): Heh. Are you holding back, Mister Vadrouiller? Honestly… How am I suppose to assess your skills if you behave like that?
Luc (to Winchester): Well, I was told that it's not polite to be rude to my elders, sir.
Winchester (to Luc): … I do not find that at all funny.
Luc (to Winchester): Oh? That's a shame. I thought it was quite humorous, Mister Fox… Heh. I'll stop holding back, I promise.
Winchester (to Luc): Good... Now, again.
A short time later:
George: … Holy shit! I should really go tell someone about this. They're going to hurt each other. (to Fiona) Um, excuse me, Miss McGillivray? Mister Fox & Mister Vadrouiller are beating each other up in the sparring room.
Fiona (to George): Oh by Christ's bloody wounds! They wouldn't be the first lads to die because of dick wagging. I'll go break them up.
George (to Fiona): I thought you might want to stop them before Miss Poppy catches them. I have a feeling she's going to be angry about it.
Fiona (to George): That's no doubt what started them off in the first place.
A couple minutes later:
Fiona (to Winchester & Luc): Oi! If you two don't knock it off I'll show you BOTH what a proper beating feels like! Pull out your prigs and we'll get to measuring so we can declare a winner to this display.
Winchester (to Fiona & Luc): Go away, firebug. Young Mister Vadrouiller needs to learn a lesson.
Luc (to Winchester): Heh. And, you're the one that's going to give it to me, old man?
Fiona (to Luc & Winchester): Take another step, Pretty Boy, and I'll remind you what happened last time we were in a fight. Same goes for you, Luc!
Winchester (to Fiona & Luc): That is a load of… Okay, he might be right. I was just trying to test his fighting skills.
Fiona (to Winchester): Of course you were. For future reference, don't bloody well do it where the children or the Magpie can see you. Come borrow my personal files if you're all that curious. (to Luc) That goes for you too, Fluffy Lad, the second.
Luc (to Fiona & Winchester): … Miss Fiona, I assure you injuring Mister Fox was not my intention. I was behaving. He forced the issue.
Winchester (to Luc & Fiona): … Fine. But, files don't really mean anything. They can be-- OW! Bloody hell. Could you not do that, firebug?
Fiona (to Luc): You've never read MY files, boy. You think I was recruited by the ISS for my bulk? Had you read my notes, you'd have never held back. (to Winchester) You can take worse than that, Fox. I know that for a fact.
Luc (to Fiona & Winchester): I've already read all the files, Miss McGillivray. Why do you think I was holding back?
Winchester (to Luc): … Oh. Now, come on! You are just asking for a fat lip now.
Luc (to Fiona & Winchester): I wasn't talking about you, Miss Fiona. I'm not stupid enough to get into a fight with you. Mother's files are quite thorough on your intelligence and that you have a tendency to let people think you're nothing but the big, dumb muscle when in actuality it's Miss Yuki that's the brawler… Did I get it wrong? Did I pass the test?
Fiona (to Luc): Heh. If you think you've passed the test, it's always a safe bet you haven't taken it yet. Don't get me wrong; I'd love to know what it is that Maladori thinks she knows about me. Still calling her mother, are you?
Winchester (to Fiona): … Ow… I think my ribs might be bruised. (to Luc) Stand down, Luc. I'm done.
Luc (to Winchester): Good. (to Fiona) No, I was actually referring to my real mother.
Winchester (to Fiona): See? Don't you just want to punch him? You can hardly blame me, firebug.
Fiona (to Luc): ...Heh. No doubt those files are a bit more accurate than I'd like… Best see to your injury, m'lad. (to Winchester) Come along, Fox. Let's see to your ribs.
Luc (to Fiona & Winchester): Yes, of course.
A couple minutes later:
Fiona (to Winchester): No use pretending you don't like the boy.
Winchester (to Fiona): … I have no idea what you mean, firebug. ;-P
Fiona (to Winchester): Oh, come off it, Fox. If he had the right bits, you'd run off with him and leave me with naught but memories.
Winchester (to Fiona): Firebug, you are more man than I can possibly handle. :-P
Fiona (to Winchester): Don't I know it? Come along, my lovely little man, and I'll make sure you're patched up properly. I'll even be gentle.
Winchester (to Fiona): Heh. Not too gentle, I hope.
Fiona (to Winchester): Perish the thought.
Luc: I need a drink, after all that.
Eva: Why the ruddy HELL am I called to this charming hole in the ground, if no one is about?
Luc (to Eva): … Eva? What a pleasant surprise. What brings you here?
Eva (to Luc): I WAS to be following up with Mr. Turner, but it appears he's no where to be found. Nor are any of the Potters. This is most inconvenient. We were in the middle of a very important project.
Luc (to Eva): Don't worry. I believe Mister Turner is in the dormitory with my mother tucking in the new students.
Eva (to Luc): Oh. Well. It seems I've been forgotten about. I suppose I'm stuck until they remember. ...Are you alright?
Luc (to Eva): Oh? This? It's nothing. Mister Fox was "teaching me a lesson"… I'm sure Mister Turner will be back soon. You could go up and see him, if you're in such a hurry.
Eva (to Luc): No, no, no, no... I'm not in a hurry. It's just that we were in the middle of a build. I HATE to be interrupted... That hardly seems like nothing, Luc. Let me have a look at it. It's not as though I'm doing anything more interesting.
Luc (to Eva): Fine… I've been injured much worse than this before. Hell, most of the time is was one of Maladori's experiments.
Eva (to Luc): Oh? That may very well be, but that's hardly a good excuse to ignore your current injury, is it? Don't be petulant. Come along.
Luc (to Eva): … You know, I'm not a child. I would really appreciate it if people around here would remember that.
Eva (to Luc): Oh for good heavens! If I were treating you like a child, I would have boxed your ears by now. Why is it you become so uncomfortable when someone acts concerned for your well-being? I won't harm you, you know.
Luc (to Eva): Past experience, mostly.
Eva (to Luc): ... Mmm. While I can certainly understand your hesitance, I can assure you that I'm nothing like your prior experiences. Just as you're nothing like mine. Those who do not learn to move on from the past are doomed to repeat it.
Luc (to Eva): ... Did you read that in a fortune cookie?
Eva (to Luc): Why on earth would that be on a cookie? Stop trying to distract me. Now. Take a deep breath. Ready? One... Two...
Luc (to Eva): Motherfucker!?! I beg your pardon. That was unpleasant.
Eva (to Luc): Better?
Luc (to Eva): Yes, thank you.
Eva (to Luc): You're welcome. I assume you'd like me to leave you to your own devices now.
Luc (to Eva): Actually, I wouldn't mind the company, if you're willing.
Eva (to Luc): ... Oh? Is that a fact? As long as I'm here for a while...
Luc (to Eva): ... Would you be interested in going on an actual date with me, Eva?
Eva (to Luc): Are you asking me out on an "actual" date, Luc?
Luc (to Eva): Only if the answer is yes, otherwise, I was simply asking for future reference.
Eva (to Luc): ... Alright. I've never been on what you might term an "actual" date. I'm curious... And I do enjoy your company.
Luc (to Eva): Excellent... And, as soon as I figure out what an actual date is, we shall have one... Um, just best not to mention it to Zoe for the time being. She seems to think it's a bit weird that you & I have been spending time together.
Eva (to Luc): I would imagine it's because we share genetic, ahhh, origins. At any rate, I hope you don't mind that I'll be a bit distracted until we're finished with our build.
Luc (to Eva): Of course. Perhaps when you're done, we can celebrate?
Eva (to Luc): ...Yes. I believe I would like that very much.
