So, About That Funeral...

BASTIEN I'm all dressed up and naked I see what's mine and take it "Ah, cara. You are making it hard to resist praying to Safrin to stop this right now so I can give you all the focus you deserve." Bastien wistfully sighed, his chin in his hand. He had felt something building between them, had intended to kiss Rexanna more the next time they met, but now he could not act on his desires unless she had a very specific fetish for liver spots. He realised he might actually get to know someone before they became just a sex buddy. Horrendous. "I am sure your beauty cannot fade. Perfection is like a diamond, hard and permanent." The compliments were almost automatic, dripping off of his tongue like gold even with his worn appearance. But his heart wasn't truly in them, his heart still heavy with the knowledge that his next two months were going to be spent like this. "You do not resent the deception, I hope. Of the funeral. I saw you were upset...and I was flattered, Signora, but I never wish to cause you pain."