The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[GamesMaster]

"Can you? It's rare to find one so young able to follow my work," he muses, smiling as he watches her face. 

[Bethany]

Bethany shrugs. "It's even more rare for someone my age to have the level of tutor and text available that I do. I prefer to study people and how they interact but I follow numbers as well if I have to. And businesses are just people interacting, with each other and with numbers."  She sips her wine, then picks up her cards with one hand. "My condolences about your mother." She adds that last without looking at him, but her tone is soft and almost gentle. 

[GamesMaster]

"Thank you," he says quietly. "All these years later, I still wonder every day what she'd think of the man I've become, how she'd coach me. It's kept me going through hard times." And driven me onward.

[Bethany]

I would hope she would have taught you not to be a creeper soft-sell rapist. "Well... I would say it likely she would be very impressed- and proud- of your career. You're... thirty-four? Not many could claim half the degree of success you have in that time span."

[GamesMaster]

Thirty-four is what Nyra believes I am, yes. "Thank you," he says with a smile. "I'd love to teach you some basics, if you like. You never know -- your husband might be too proud to hire an accountant."

[Bethany]

Or wife, thank you. "I think I might be a little beyond the basics but you're very kind to offer," Beth says sweetly. As the hand finishes, she flicks her eyes to the clock. Five minutes or so before Car should be by for her wine. I need to start nudging things... "Though... speaking of teaching people the basics, I am curious. How do you justify having sex with a fifteen year old?"

'Nudge' may be somewhat imprecise. 

[GamesMaster]

He arches an eyebrow. "I beg your pardon?" Don't test me, girl. Damn. I was hoping I was winning her over.

[Bethany]

Bethany smiles brightly at him. "I've seen my twin coming back to her room at far too late at night. And everyone in the household knows how... devoted she is to you. So..." She gestures with her wineglass.

[GamesMaster]

He smiles kindly at her. "Ah. Carol is... troubled. I have been able to ease her fears somewhat, and she hates to be parted from me. It is nothing sinister; we are properly chaperoned at all times."

[Bethany]

"Of course, of course," she replies, smile still firming in place. "After all, chaperones have never lied or been bought off, especially by their employer or... master."

[GamesMaster]

"I have only Carol's best interests at heart," he chides her. "Why would I harm her?"

[Bethany]

She gives him a faintly amused look, eyes hard. "I think we both know why you would do such things."

[GamesMaster]

Jadan leans forward, then, laying his cards face-down. "And why is that?" Nobles always think I'm like them, motivated by petty, ephemeral things like baubles and coin.

[Bethany]

Beth cocks her head, debating on word choice and approach for a moment. "Power... and pleasure," she finally says. "Not perhaps not what most might think for either." No way he doesn't get off on tricking everyone, on dancing them around on strings.

[GamesMaster]

Jadan sizes her up then, with his sparkling violet eyes. "You know something of pleasure I think, little cat," he says, his voice smooth, low. "What is it you think you've caught?"