Avery
Tipple-Tossing Tatterdemalion
"I figured that moan of yours earlier had made such epithets inapplicable. But words!" Edmund glanced to Oliver, folding his coats and neatly setting it aside. "One can never scrutinize them enough. From euphemisms to political equivocation, your world is a linguistic minefield. And humble folk like myself need always to take care when playing in it."
Edmund unwound the ascot from his neck and set its accompanying pin with his other things. "You know," he began, turning his back to Oliver and taking seat on the bed's edge to remove his shoes. "You should decide whether I've autonomy or am to be at your beck and call. Revoking my choice like that," he clicked his tongue in mock distaste, "How fickle." With a thump, his shoes were carelessly discarded.
Edmund unwound the ascot from his neck and set its accompanying pin with his other things. "You know," he began, turning his back to Oliver and taking seat on the bed's edge to remove his shoes. "You should decide whether I've autonomy or am to be at your beck and call. Revoking my choice like that," he clicked his tongue in mock distaste, "How fickle." With a thump, his shoes were carelessly discarded.