282 words this AM. Still floundering, but I'm just going with it and will see what's salvageable at the end of the week. Among other things I'm trying to find the right tone for Illya and Angelique.
"You lied to Napoleon," he said without preamble. "Why?"
"Darling, of course I lie to Napoleon, just as he lies to me. It's called flirting. Perhaps you should indulge in it some time." She spoke lightly, but his stare made her look away.
I have their backstory I think. It's complex though, and I was hoping to get away with something that I could just make glancing references to. This was meant to be a short piece. Oh well...
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"You lied to Napoleon," he said without preamble. "Why?"
"Darling, of course I lie to Napoleon, just as he lies to me. It's called flirting. Perhaps you should indulge in it some time." She spoke lightly, but his stare made her look away.
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