[There’s an intimacy to getting his collar adjusted by a fellow who’s really quite easy on the eyes that still makes Edward’s breath catch right in his throat for a second. This is not going anywhere, of course, because Edward has been upfront about his intentions if not his past—this is business, nothing more. Still.
Everyone around him gawking at him and Neuvillette makes him preen a little bit, as he walks arm in arm with the man. Then Neuvillette springs that question on him and Edward considers possibly throwing down a smoke bomb and booking it in the direction of a rooftop no one can reach.
He does not do this, because Four Hundred Dollars An Hour.]
I’m afraid not! The closest I’ve come is signing a few papers, taking care of some messy legalities. [He hasn’t been in this courthouse, this is true. He simply doesn’t mention he has been sentenced as a pirate in a different court, one a few hundred years back and a thousand miles away.]
I’d be pleased to see it, though. [So he can figure out where best to climb and hide from sight.]
[Neuvillette pets his hand like how one would pet a dog. It is clear that he is Kind Of Weird, but earnest, and well-liked. The way he talks his way through the 'tour' is reminiscent of one pointing out rooms in his own home. Here is the foyer, here is the guest bathroom, here is Archival Room 44, here is the sunroom, here is Courtroom 5 where we are going to try someone with 236 charges of syndicated fraud.]
I have not seen someone with such a great number of fraud changes levied against them in a century, or so. [He doesn't say any identifying information, of course, but he muses on it out loud. Small talk, and everything.] Curious.
[Edward briefly tries to recall if he knew anybody who could’ve committed that much fraud. Probably one of the Templars, fraud on that scale requires resources and knowledge that the pirates of Nassau didn’t have access to and usually wouldn’t bother with anyway. Why bother, after all, when you could terrify someone into submission instead?
Neuvillette is so bloody strange, but in a way that doesn’t make him feel uneasy. He’s a sweet fellow, obviously well-liked, and he loves his job and believes in it, in the rightness of the law. If Edward were a better man he’d feel guilty and call off the whole con here and now.
Alas, he is not a better man, and he wants to be paid.]
Oh? When was the last time someone was arrested for that much fraud? I’ve not seen many trials myself, and those that I had seen tended to be quick, and ended in the defendant hanging in a gibbet on the docks.
[This is true. He simply leaves out many, many details.]
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Everyone around him gawking at him and Neuvillette makes him preen a little bit, as he walks arm in arm with the man. Then Neuvillette springs that question on him and Edward considers possibly throwing down a smoke bomb and booking it in the direction of a rooftop no one can reach.
He does not do this, because Four Hundred Dollars An Hour.]
I’m afraid not! The closest I’ve come is signing a few papers, taking care of some messy legalities. [He hasn’t been in this courthouse, this is true. He simply doesn’t mention he has been sentenced as a pirate in a different court, one a few hundred years back and a thousand miles away.]
I’d be pleased to see it, though. [So he can figure out where best to climb and hide from sight.]
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I have not seen someone with such a great number of fraud changes levied against them in a century, or so. [He doesn't say any identifying information, of course, but he muses on it out loud. Small talk, and everything.] Curious.
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Neuvillette is so bloody strange, but in a way that doesn’t make him feel uneasy. He’s a sweet fellow, obviously well-liked, and he loves his job and believes in it, in the rightness of the law. If Edward were a better man he’d feel guilty and call off the whole con here and now.
Alas, he is not a better man, and he wants to be paid.]
Oh? When was the last time someone was arrested for that much fraud? I’ve not seen many trials myself, and those that I had seen tended to be quick, and ended in the defendant hanging in a gibbet on the docks.
[This is true. He simply leaves out many, many details.]