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[Reaver is enjoying himself in port thanks in large part to his kind chaperone. If you were doubting this, please refer to the siren giggles and foreign speech in the background of what seems like an otherwise quiet area -- likely indoors, as he speaks.]

I could grow accustomed to this rather easily, I should think. Tell me all the stops are as entertaining as this one.

[One laugh gives way to a delighted squeal.]

Ladies, one at a time, if you please! Ein zu einer Zeit, bitte. [chuckling] Who needs to complain of cold when there are so many friendly people to help keep you warm? The weather outside is frightful, my friends. Find yourselves a roaring fire, a soft bosom or three to lay your head upon, and enjoy it the best way that man can.

(ooc: Sooo, Reaver's been chaperoned into port with Arthur, who kindly volunteered to bring him in, and his Inmate. Aaaand the first thing he seemed to do was bring back a pile of boisterious buxom young ladies to jump on the bed and have sexy pillow fights with him. There's room for two more if you're interested, gents! :3)

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Oh Arthur doesn't play.

[Dionysus pries his hands away from the waist of the woman on his lap and whistles over at Reaver.]

If I had but an ounce of my power, he would.

[musing]

If you can't do it without magic, my friend, then you must brush up on your approach.

[Dionysus presses his face into the neck of the woman again briefly before replying,] Arthur is a very special type of prey.

It matters not. People are like in -- [He chuckles when the woman attending him grows impatient and kisses him to shut him up. He lets her linger there a moment before easing her off and directing her attention elsewhere.] -- instruments. Some must be handled with more delicacy than others -- some with more force. Some must be plucked, stroked... The point is to learn how best to make them sing.

[Dionysus chuckles over to Reaver as he takes the blonde woman's mouth again, but just as briefly as before.]

He wouldn't sing even if you plucked his strings just right.

[And yep he's meaning that as an innuendo.]

All matters of circumstance, my friend. [The girl squeaks and laughs when he quite suddenly switches places with her.] Some are harder to master than others, after all.

[Dionysus runs his hands down his woman's sides and grins over at Reaver more widely.]

Oh, I am certainly trying to pluck his strings.

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