The Socialite winked, intense scrutiny melting away into idle chatter. The conversation was lobbed back at him, but he refused to bat it back, instead catching the proverbial ball and considering it. "I'm afraid my own reasons are not so open of a secret, though I do appreciate your honesty. If you wish to autopsy me, to open my ribs and expose my heart, you must first cut through my shirt." The Socialite laughed at their own, personal joke, a brassy, chiming thing that rang like church bells in the night.
And like those distant bells, the intensity was gone, the Socialite crossing his legs elegantly and smiling genuinely at the Tailor. "Your scholarly pursuits are noble, I will grant you that. Curiosity of the world is a wonderful thing. Do not lose it in pursuit of something grander. I've seen many a soul fall attempting to peer into the dark, my own husband included. Mind, my friend, that you do not do the same. You will find yourself in far darker places than a honey-den, that I can guarantee."
The Socialite seemed to realize something and peered around. "Strange. I could swear now would be the time when the class would start. You don't suppose the Academic would be late, do you?"
Re: Before Class
And like those distant bells, the intensity was gone, the Socialite crossing his legs elegantly and smiling genuinely at the Tailor. "Your scholarly pursuits are noble, I will grant you that. Curiosity of the world is a wonderful thing. Do not lose it in pursuit of something grander. I've seen many a soul fall attempting to peer into the dark, my own husband included. Mind, my friend, that you do not do the same. You will find yourself in far darker places than a honey-den, that I can guarantee."
The Socialite seemed to realize something and peered around. "Strange. I could swear now would be the time when the class would start. You don't suppose the Academic would be late, do you?"