Gaspard's in his sixties - athletically kept, she imagines, war-mongering old bastard that he is, but younger men than he have accidents, and a carefully managed decline would not be out of the question did they have the kind of time to allow for some sort of plot to slip Benevenuta into his marriage-bed.
But he might well be dead before the night is through, and so she considers it only in the realm of a sort of thought puzzle.
A raised hand and a click of her fingers bring a server with a tray of glasses past them, and she takes two. Glibly, "Did you want one as well?"
(She is absolutely not double-fisting the wine. At least, not this early in the night, Dorian hasn't even offended anyone yet.)
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Gaspard's in his sixties - athletically kept, she imagines, war-mongering old bastard that he is, but younger men than he have accidents, and a carefully managed decline would not be out of the question did they have the kind of time to allow for some sort of plot to slip Benevenuta into his marriage-bed.
But he might well be dead before the night is through, and so she considers it only in the realm of a sort of thought puzzle.
A raised hand and a click of her fingers bring a server with a tray of glasses past them, and she takes two. Glibly, "Did you want one as well?"
(She is absolutely not double-fisting the wine. At least, not this early in the night, Dorian hasn't even offended anyone yet.)