So, About That Funeral...

BASTIEN I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it Rexanna, predictably, replied with the grace, humour and empathy he had come to expect from her. She didn't chide him for the lack of morals, she didn't flinch away from his new features, she just understood then accepted. Bastien couldn't help the wide smile that spread across his face as he turned to look at her when she sat. "The plan right now is to explain it as a strangle miracle, a plan of the Gods. They do seem fickle here...I think everyone would believe me if I said I just woke up again as if I had come back like the first time." He shrugged, having thought of this plan then deciding it so foolproof he had not thought about it much past that. "It's supposed to..." Bastien sighed and looked off to the side, pinching his nose in an almost bizarrely open show of frustration for the usually carefully crafted persona he wore. "..Humble me. Safrin thinks I'm in need of that, apparently. I can ask her to stop this torture, but then I lose...and well. I refuse to do that." Perhaps it was slightly abrasive to the point of the curse, but his pride wouldn't let him pull out early. "You must not tell anyone, Signora. Can I count on your secrecy?"