[ Here he thought being trapped by the whims of this toad was the issue. What he never could have predicted was suddenly having to reconcile between his growing respect for Richard as a would-be diplomat and the discomfort of being put into this intimate position now seemingly at his behest. He's witnessed it for himself — Richard is a quiet man when he's not engaging in strategics — and maybe that's why Miller never would have expected this out of him. Did he find it funny to make a joke at his expense?
The back of his neck grows hot as the pressure settles upon him, As the back of Richard's hand knocks against him, he hardly has to move to firmly grab his thin wrist in return. ]
What in the hell are you talking about? All I was suggesting was a kiss on the cheek.
[ That's right. They're comrades, or as close as you can get to that word in a place like this. Or so he had thought. It shouldn't hold this much weight... and yet, the suggestion that it does seems to incense Miller. ]
It has nothing to do with desire. Do you think I want to be trapped in this mess?
[Oh, Miller. You can always trust that things will get somehow worse. Because there sure are times when even someone reserved like Richard will take a step out of his quiet and reserved role and to play a prank on his 'comrade.' Honestly, it is because of their current relationship of feigned friendship and budding comradery-ship that he goes this far, red lips forming a mischievous smirk as he looks up to Miller, unfazed in front of his frustration.]
Rest easy. I am merely jesting. [But still he does not change the tone of his voice nor does he try to pull his wrist free.] It is just a meaningless kiss. Surely, you've played this in your youth?
[ Although perhaps it should that reassurance does little to soothe him. If this was some average young man, like one of his rangers who has no life experience outside of one tight-knit station, it would really come as no surprise. But this is Richard — the duke who told him solemnly of his time spent in battle devoted to his country — and Miller is too taken aback to completely lower his guard. The grasp on his wrist slackens, but he still doesn't let go, shaking his head. ]
No. [ The incredulity behind that says enough. The intonation is almost a question. ] Was it normal for the upper class to let their children play such depraved games?
[ Least of all between two boys... He can't say he never saw boys harass his daughter as she was growing up, but he certainly never found it funny then either. ]
[Honestly, it is quite amusing to see as the confusion and bafflement paint an expression on Miller's face as he is trying to decipher what's going on. However, there is a small crack on Richard's own smile with that comment. He forcefully pulls his hand free from the older man's hold. He brings his front against Miller, chest to chest, like he was sizing himself up to the taller man.]
Do not insult me or my people with such slander, colonel. [In all honesty, he did not care too much for 'his people.' The young men were depraved and hedonistic, taking any excuse to indulge in vices of flesh. But children they would protect.]
[ The shift in energy is palpable, from uncomfortably, almost jokingly intimate, to threatening. As Richard wrenches his hand free, Miller does not fight him, though neither does he back down. He looks down unflinchingly, but there is no intentional exertion of power in return either, and his previous blustering stills to a calmness, waiting to see what will happen. To decipher what button he accidentally pressed. ]
It is you who seemed to suggest this behavior is normal. Maybe your description was unclear.
[ He could accept that it was a misunderstanding... but he also feels quite resistant to the thought of taking a knee for some other nation's fragile pride. ]
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The back of his neck grows hot as the pressure settles upon him, As the back of Richard's hand knocks against him, he hardly has to move to firmly grab his thin wrist in return. ]
What in the hell are you talking about? All I was suggesting was a kiss on the cheek.
[ That's right. They're comrades, or as close as you can get to that word in a place like this. Or so he had thought. It shouldn't hold this much weight... and yet, the suggestion that it does seems to incense Miller. ]
It has nothing to do with desire. Do you think I want to be trapped in this mess?
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Rest easy. I am merely jesting. [But still he does not change the tone of his voice nor does he try to pull his wrist free.] It is just a meaningless kiss. Surely, you've played this in your youth?
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No. [ The incredulity behind that says enough. The intonation is almost a question. ] Was it normal for the upper class to let their children play such depraved games?
[ Least of all between two boys... He can't say he never saw boys harass his daughter as she was growing up, but he certainly never found it funny then either. ]
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Do not insult me or my people with such slander, colonel. [In all honesty, he did not care too much for 'his people.' The young men were depraved and hedonistic, taking any excuse to indulge in vices of flesh. But children they would protect.]
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It is you who seemed to suggest this behavior is normal. Maybe your description was unclear.
[ He could accept that it was a misunderstanding... but he also feels quite resistant to the thought of taking a knee for some other nation's fragile pride. ]