Calling and duty/Finding Sebs a squeeze

Any woman who'd actually get any pleasure out of hundreds of animals being killed on her behalf is not one I would waste five minutes on, unless she was in serious need of medical attention.

You'd save her life, but you'd not want to make small talk with her?

I'd save my worst enemy's life if I ever acquired one and he or she ended up wounded and at my mercy.

Furthermore, I'd treat her or him as well as if he or she were my - well, my one true love or whatever.

Because of your calling?

Yes, if you want to call it that.

I, um - don't harangue me again, but that does make a sort of sense to me. There's a similar thing we do in the order.

Going to start an agapé topic, Weft?

*is too shocked and weirded out to speak*

I'm too shy, and it would be spoilerish for the people who Mutt hasn't blabbed to about our religion.

I didn't make the moderator angry, did I? Suitov, protect me from the girl!

I'm... just... feeling a bit... queasy... *pulls self together* A bit uneasy and startled, I mean, that you seem to understand my point of view, when as far as I'm concerned we're complete opposites.

I think we both understand duty but we differ fundamentally on authority.

But this is off the topic.

Romance and life partners. We need to find Sebbie someone. Preferably before I die, because I'm interrogating her first to make sure she's suitable.

HEY!

Heeheeheehee!

What, were you serious when you brought that up?

That giggle drags cut glass over my nerves every time. Sorry, but it does.

*mumbles* Simply think he deserves someone nice is all. Anyway, you heard him earlier.

Well, unless he makes some sort of deal with that one of his goddesses, lifespan will be a big problem, otherwise I'd point out that Sylvie seems like "someone nice". ^_^

There's a thing to wish on a girl.

I think she's sweet, but would she like him when he doesn't have a grade one concussion?

We can solve that easily enough. Cast iron cookware could make an excellent wedding present.

*Weft bursts out laughing*

That's not really that practical and could get messy...

How about a cricket bat?

[joking. probably]

*Explains to Weft what a cricket bat is. Now has a willowy monk leaning on him almost weeping with laughter.*

Outdoor pursuits; nice, healthy and sporting. Yes, the rest of us must club together and buy you a bludgeon. For True Love's Sake.