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[baetiful]

This is the direct contact method for Lord Petyr Baelish. Please leave a message, and I will return your call at my earliest convenience.


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[slightlyoffchilt]

[He sighs -- belabored, broken. A compromised man.]

What is it that you want me to do?

[baetiful]

To start, there will be a date auction at the Swear In Haen and I are hosting. I expect you to participate and encourage other imPorts to do the same.

[slightlyoffchilt]

Oh my god, maybe I can find the ten grand.

And what -- [clearing his throat.] What else?

[baetiful]

What else depends on how much money you earn. How much you happen to be worth in the auction.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am not precisely a popular man, Petyr. It isn't going to yield a lot.

[baetiful]

Really? I thought many men have been vying for your attention as well as apparently sucking on you.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You are perfectly charming when politely irate.

[baetiful]

You were the one who confessed to this blood letting. Which is what you and Sam had a bet on, correct?

[slightlyoffchilt]

For how long were you chatting with Merlotte, exactly?

[baetiful]

You were the one who told me of your bet when I suggested you vote for Dio. You also implied you had not lost, if I recall. And whether or not you have the self control to resist a vampire is not my concern. I do not appreciate being the chip you play when you feel you are losing the higher ground against Merlotte.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I will make it up to you, Petyr. It was just -- momentary insanity.

[baetiful]

I am positive you will. And perhaps you will find yourself fortunate and there will be a generous bidder on the 12th. One who believes you are worth ten thousand dollars...

[slightlyoffchilt]

Is this really about the money? Or the control? That I can be an undefined variable. I thought you liked a little chaos, Petyr.

[baetiful]

Are you truly trying to masquerade carelessness as chaos?

[slightlyoffchilt]

You would punish me with humiliation. I think the comparison is not untoward.

[baetiful]

And you do not believe it was a humiliation, the things you told Sam about me?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Not your humiliation, no. Just that of your pet dog's.

[baetiful]

I certainly found it humiliating to be confronted by it in the middle of an endorsement for Dio. I especially found it humiliating to be confronted by it when I was in the middle of angling for your agenda in regards to him.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I regret any personal pain such statements might have caused you, but I am not your pet to leash. You are a mayor here, not a lord.

[baetiful]

I am the mayor of a city where your hospital resides. Are you really going to make an enemy of me, Dr. Chilton?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[He doesn't reply immediately -- his silence is cold, and panicked.]

Of course not, Mayor Baelish. My apologies.

[baetiful]

A wise decision.

Now, then. I do not view this as unreasonable. You made a mistake, and I am allowing you the opportunity to make it up to me. It is not as though I will be forcing you into lewd and lascivious acts. You will essentially be helping me help this city by volunteering your time.

[slightlyoffchilt]

You see now, I'm sure, how Merlotte is a problem. For me.

[baetiful]

A problem you will have to navigate. With the exportation of Miles and a potential new ambassador on the way, Ambassador Merlotte is vital.

[ At least until Baelish could solidify an alliance with Padme. Or whoever stepped into the Nonah office. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am relieved to find you so understanding.

[He even managed to say that without gritted teeth!]