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@inkhorn that was FANTASTIC!!!  You absolutely nailed Kit!

Kit:

The girl clears her throat and shoots me a scathing glare. “I, Cahira Beckwith, daughter of Lord Nial Beckwith, would suggest that you take upon yourself the role of a groveling servant whose desire is to avoid imprisonment and possible death.”

Oh.  So she’s one of those people.  An image flashes in my mind – Alastor’s blue eyes narrowed in a petulant sneer.  “My father” was always the first threat he pulled out when crossed, second only to social manipulation.

A petty annoyance simmers in the back of my mind.  I know this girl isn’t Alastor, but she reminds me of him – she even looks like him – and that makes me upset.  Is it ok for me to be mad at her?  She’s being really annoying, after all.

“Ah,” I grin. “It’s been a while since I’ve played that role. I apologize if my act is a little rusty.”  I gaze back at her with pleading eyes, molding the rest of my face in a mournful expression of fear.  Think like “sad-puppy-caught-outside-on-a-rainy-night” scared.  That should do it.

“Do you want to die?” the girl hisses. “I. Am. Cahira. Beckwith.”

I immediately drop the puppy face, and twist my lips in a plastic smile. “Pleasure to meet you, Cahira.  You can call me Kit, and, no, I have no desire to die.”

She straightens, glaring up at me with blazing eyes. “Be warned, Kit, I will report you, and then you will see the power behind my name of which you seem to fail to recognize. I swear that before the next sunrise, you will be imprisoned and never to see the light of the sun again,”

“Um, I think you’re a little confused-”

She snorts. “There is nothing to be confused about. My father is Lord Beckwith, who, last I checked, is the one who is truly in charge. And he does not take kindly to pink-haired men mocking his daughter.”

“Oh come on, why bring my hair into this?” I roll my eyes. “Besides, I only did what you asked.  You should give me a bouquet of roses for my outstanding performance.”  I raise an eyebrow, quirking my lips in a sly smile.

Does that count as flirting?  I’m not actually attracted to her or anything, so hopefully it doesn’t count.  I wouldn’t want to make Val feel left out, after all.   Anyways, I don’t actually want a bouquet of roses from Cahira – I really just wanted to see how she’d react.  Now if Val gave me a bouquet of roses…

A kid suddenly laughs from a corner as Cahira flushes with rage.  “Hah!  Your daddy’s not here to protect you so you better watch out.” he yells.  “You can believe that I’m not going to stand up for you!”  I snicker, stepping back suddenly as Cahira’s face twists with fury, eyes spitting fire.