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It's not even noon.
:22:04
Conversation, like certain portions
of the anatomy,
:22:07
always runs more smoothly
when it's lubricated.
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This is a rare vintage from
an obscure village in Bordeaux.
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Rather than crush the grape
underfoot, they place the fruit
on the belly of a bride,
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reap its juices
when the young husband
steers his vessel into port.
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Full-bodied flavor,
just a hint of wantonness.
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Bottoms up.
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It's from our own cellar.
I recognize the taste.
:22:51
I should have told you
it was the blood of Christ.
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You'd believe that,
wouldn't you ?
:23:02
We treat you well enough here,
don't we, Marquis ?
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Your very own feathered bed
in lieu of a straw mat.
:23:09
Your antique writing desk,
all the way from La Coste.
:23:12
Enough quills
to feather an ostrich-
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Yes, yes, yes, dear heart, it's true.
You spoil me pink.
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And in exchange, we ask only
that you follow the rules.
:23:21
You know as well as I do,
you're not to entertain visitors
in your quarters.
:23:24
I'm entertaining you now,
aren't I ?
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Yes, but I'm not a beautiful,
young prospect ripe for corruption.
:23:30
Don't be so sure.
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Take your pen in hand,
Marquis.
:23:42
Purge these wicked thoughts
of yours on paper.
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Maybe they'll
govern you less in life.
:23:48
I'll fill page after page,
my cherub.
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I promise.