Redcoat

[Thunderer]

"I'll have the men look for him after we're finished, then. I need to speak with him, too." She fumbles about a pile of papers with one hand and reaches for a drawer with the other. Selim notices that her left has a black glove, although the right is bare. "Ah, the gentleman has already settled himself! Wine?", Elizabeth says playfully as she takes a glass out of the drawer, but Selim politely refuses. She takes offense at this and at his arrogance to sit without asking. "What, do you think we'd poison you? Look!" She pours a bit into the glass, visibly made nervous, and drinks it herself, in-between two sips of tea, obviously not overly pleased by the mixture.

"If we wanted you dead, we wouldn't invest so much effort into protecting you from your own assassins, would we? We are here to help each other, mister premier. You said you had some plans... Could you please elaborate now?"

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