~Ossanlin~
Ossanlin rolls his eyes a bit before ordering another drink, this time somewhat more alcoholic. <I try not to expect gratitude from anyone, Esreth, it is my job and, I believe, the job of all beings to help those in need without any thought for recompense. And believe me, the last person I expect to receive gratitude from is Terenia. I thought perhaps I was hallucinating earlier when she all but thanked me for reverting her body.>
The bowl at the bar is replaced with a fresh one...as fresh as things got in this place anyway. <And I think you over-estimate Corliss' abilities. Perhaps now, if they had felt this way then...perhaps he could have done. But they did not feel then as they do now. Don't you think the first thing I tried to do was talk Terenia out of returning to Visser three? She was fixated upon returning, and the only way I could see to deviate her without bodily restraint was to liberate Tamora. It seemed like it would be an elegant arrangement, but anyone in my position knows that even the best-laid plans last only until their inception. I merely wanted Terenia to ask herself if her life is better now because of what happened...that is all.>
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~Rathien~
Rathien raises an eyebrow, smirking. "Why Tobias...I never thought you'd be one to swoon." He chuckles to himself and adjusts his position in the booth, bringing his propped-up leg under the table. "Are you merely delirious from blood-loss or is your bright little mind too busy running through the possibilities of what we could accomplish together...?" He moves his soft-sole-booted right foot to rest up on the booth bench on the opposite side, nestling it provocatively between Salem's legs. The soft-leather boot, designed only to protect and not to dampen position sensation, allows the sole of Rathien's foot to bend and flex as naturally as if it were bare, and to feel everything it touches with exquisite detail.
Rathien arches his foot and applies a very small, non-painful amount of pressure, still smirking, and winks at Tobias, his under-table actions concealed from everyone but the trader himself...and perhaps that non-living construct of his. But Rathien doesn't allow thoughts of the android to sour his expression or his mood, as he continues to smirk and run his tongue across a fang in desire.