The Drow Queen of Glaley [Very NSFW]

[Shisou]

He shakes his head, jotting down, "Seiya is a pacifist." 

[Varisia Primfana]

"...on purpose?"

[Shisou]

Shisou gives her a dirty look, but nods. 

[Varisia Primfana]

"Why?" She sounds honestly flabbergasted. 

[Shisou]

He writes, "she is kind and gentle. She dislikes violence."

[Varisia Primfana]

"Strange creature," Varisia marvels. "Kindness and violence go hand in hand, I would say. After all, if you cannot and will not do great and terrible violence, then how can you afford to be kind when you chose to be so?"

[Shisou]

Shisou stares at her blankly, as though she's started speaking a different language all of the sudden. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia laughs softly, reaching across to pat his cheek. "Don't worry about it, that's not anything a soft-male needs to deal with." That could be just descriptive but it sounded like she spoke it as a phrase.

[Shisou]

Hesitantly, he jots down, "soft male?"

[Varisia Primfana]

"Hmm? Oh, a male that's being used as something other than combat roles. In your case, I suppose... scholar, perhaps? Domestic? Something of that ilk." She shrugs a little, studying his reaction. "Does that bother you? To be labeled such?"

[Shisou]

He hesitates, then shakes his head. "Scholar fits," he jots down. "Thank you for explaining."

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia waves his thanks away, not dismissively but simply feeling them unneeded. "While I expect those that serve me-- or work with me and the like-- to be intelligent and to apply that intellect to their problems, I pride myself on both making allowances for ignorance and in correcting that ignorance when appropriate." She pauses a moment to step into the carriage she had left waiting, turning to offer Shisou a hand up. "After all, the better those whose efforts benefit me are, the better they benefit me, no?"

[Shisou]

Shisou nods, taking the hand -- though he hardly needs it, he's light on his feet and agile enough to get into the carriage without looking stupid. He settles himself, slate at the ready, and waits. 

[Varisia Primfana]

Varisia clicks her tongue, then pats the seat next to her instead. Without any sign of a cue, the carriage begins to move. After he gingerly relocates, taking care to not intrude on her personal space-- much to her undisguised amusement-- she offers him a smile. "So... tell me more about your sister, her life, and her marriage."

[Shisou]

Shisou hesitates, torn between not wanting to talk too much about his sister's personal business and not wanting Varisia to turn down his odd request. Finally he writes, "she was engaged to Ōkami Kasai as part of a deal between my stepfather and his father. As is our way, she was married once she proved her fertility. She confided to me that her husband won't touch her in a pleasing way, only the minimal to do his duty, but he strikes her when he dislikes what she's done. He doesn't give her money to keep up the household, spending it on his vices instead. He spends a lot of time with a cousin of his, Ōkami Ren, and what the two of them get up to isn't clear but it's nothing good."