Lupus In Fabula

[Reeves]

As if on cue, they were interrupted during the interim between music played by the band. These were the precious seconds that couples typically used to exchange chit-chat on account of the lack of any music to drown out their voices. But there he was, an ill made mass of pride and vanity, wearing a suit of a colour that didn't suit his countenance. Whoever the fool was, he was exceptionally bold, bold enough to do what the others seemed wise enough to avoid doing. But it was hardly smart of him, considering that Damien's companion neglected to answer that request. Instead, she chose to mischievously defer the decision to Damien, the nuance of that choice wasn't lost on him. Rather than the actual mask on his face, the figurative one Damien wore slipped, if only slightly as he confronted the upstart politely. "Quite rude of you to interrupt a couple. You know what they say about trying to cut your way into a dance? It's bad luck. Awfully so." It might have been amusing for Fiorella to observe this sudden change in behaviour in such close proximity. The abruptness of it was as if a switch had been flipped, all at once putting his "opponent" in a situation where he was sincerely out of his depth. That notion pervaded through every word spoken and the way his eyes conveyed violent intensity. The upstart had, perhaps unfortunately, picked a confrontation with the one person here who was not only unbothered by confrontation, but relished it.

Waving his left hand dismissively at the upstart, as if to ward off a fly or some other minor nuisance, Damien decided to go one small step further and resort to humiliation. He'd taken note of the fact that a few other men were watching this little exchange with undivided focus, no doubt hoping for a good show. A few women looked on as well, likely vultures waiting to act on whatever scheme spun around in their empty heads. "I'm sure whichever court you're the jester for needs its fool back. Now, if you'd be so kind?" The onlookers audibly snickered and laughed at that comment, taking a sickening amount of enjoyment in watching one of their own be put down in terms of esteem purely because of his choice of mask. It might as well have been sadistic. And while nobody had noticed just yet, security personnel who were cleverly out of sight were keeping tabs on this bout of banter, having been placed under strict instructions to preserve the mood of the occasion, as well as making sure their chief guest didn't make a mess of the pristine floors. And that was quite a real risk at the moment, since Damien's request was actually a thinly veiled threat which would have been more than apparent to the court jester.

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