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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]

And who might that be?

[slightlyoffchilt]

She goes by Galla. A newcomer.

You'd like her.

[baetiful]

And you believe yourself to be an expert on who I like? What I like?

[slightlyoffchilt]

[A long beat.]

Is something the matter?

[baetiful]

Something is the matter, yes. But I will give you the benefit of the doubt. Is there something you would like to get off your chest? Something you know would have displeased me, but you had done it regardless for a reason you believe is important?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Is this about... Lestat? Because it is really simply a blood donation. I am certainly not compromised.

[baetiful]

If that is the first thing that comes to mind, then clearly it's more than a simple donation. But no. I do not care who you engage with in blood play. Anything else?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I am really not sure what you're getting at, Petyr. Have I done something to upset you?

[baetiful]

Then clearly you had no alternative motive for what you did. You simply could not keep things confidential, is what you are saying. Perhaps you did not think it would get back to me the things you spoke about with Ambassador Merlotte. But it is never a wise move to assume I will not find out about something.

[slightlyoffchilt]

[Oh. Fuck.]

That son of a bitch.

[Sweat popped at the back of his head. Cold sweat.]

It wasn't -- it was a passionate argument, Mayor Baelish. He had provoked me!

[baetiful]

Did he? To a point where throwing out my name was your only defense?

[slightlyoffchilt]

I did not intend the escalation!

[baetiful]

You should have been able to control it. Is winning an argument so important you are willing to detonate all the other relationships you've built around you?

[slightlyoffchilt]

Petyr, please. I -- lost my temper, I misspoke. I had only wanted to hurt him. You understand what that is like.

[baetiful]

I believe I was able to navigate the situation. But it does not change the fact that I paid you ten thousand dollars for both your vote and your silence. And since you broke one of those two golden rules, you are now in debt.

[slightlyoffchilt]

I cannot simply pay that right now.

[baetiful]

Well. I am a generous man. If you cannot pay me back in cash, you can pay me back in ten thousand dollars worth of voluntary labor.

With interest, of course. Depending upon how long it takes you to work off this debt you've accrued.

[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?