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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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[baetiful]

What sort of interest?

[ For as smooth as the question is, it's laced with the thinnest threads of envy. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

A stalking one. A bit.

[baetiful]

Are you in danger?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I do not believe so, no. I doubt he is that kind of man.

[baetiful]

Well, it's a relief it's not the murderous sort of interest. Is it sexual, then?

[ Just covering the bases. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

I cannot claim to know his preferences.

[So probably not.]

But I think you would find him of interest.

[baetiful]

Of what value is he to me?

[ Because that is how Baelish measures his interest. What can he get for himself out of the deal? ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

A source of money for your next legendary project in your city.

[baetiful]

Ah, I see. It is good to know who the heavy hitters are as far as imPort business owners go. But what sort of individual is he? Will he expect something in return for his investment?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I gather that this is a man who prefers unique returns. He has his own issues to address.

[baetiful]

Issues enough that you find him fascinating? Could he be your next Walter White?

[slightlyoffchilt]

The jury remains out on that one. But I have hope.

[baetiful]

I look forward to seeing the sort of influence you have on him, then. It would be quite incredible to see your work in motion.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I'm going to need his money first. Anything to help the cause, of course.

[baetiful]

There is a sweet irony in him funding the care that he could potentially end up receiving.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am glad that you appreciate that. It would be tragic if the cosmic joke was lost to all.

[baetiful]

It often is, sadly, when it comes to these sorts of things. But at least we do have each other to share in the humor.

[baetiful]

Unrelated, but out of curiosity -- how long does it usually take an imPort to return from the dead?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Ah -- bearing in mind we haven't very hard data on the circumstance, the case studies I have known range from twenty-four hours to a week. On average.

[baetiful]

[ It will be one week tomorrow. So he can probably expect Dorian then, he supposes. ]

And how many have you known that did not return at all?

[ This is beyond Dorian, though. There's a level of investment in his tone that suggests this is about himself. ]

[slightlyoffchilt]

Ah -- three, personally. Three people.

[Abel Gideon. Freddie Lounds. Walter White.]

If there are more, they didn't run in my circles.

[Lucky that Walt hadn't been around to see Yuri rise again from the dead.]

[baetiful]

And I trust the number who have returned is exceedingly larger?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Comparatively, yes. But I doubt anyone has kept good numbers on it -- even that lunatic Calendar Man has missed the opportunity.

[baetiful]

[ Come on, Chilton. Calendar Man isn't so bad! ]

Perhaps I could find out if he has secretly compiled any dates like that. Of course, we hardly know the affairs of our fellow imPorts. So rare is it that we confide in one another.

[ A breath drawn in as Baelish decides to confide in Chilton. ]

There is a chance I could die by the hand of Daenerys Targaryen in these next couple of months. If I disappear. If that should happen and I do not return, I want you to tell everyone you can what she had done -- that she murdered an ambassador.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Calendar Man is THE WORST!]

Huh. [A long, ponderous beat.] She never... Seemed. Like the homicidal type.