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Alexander raised his brows at the start of the speech, and in the end found himself shaking his head slightly. [i]God how it must positively [/i]kill[i] you to be this direct, Rowena my dear,[/i] he thought. [i]Unfortunately not everyone in this room is particularly skilled at word games, especially not if they’ve had a drink or two.[/i]

The matters at hand were truly unpleasant indeed. [i]Automations, oh dear. [/i]Definitely[i] not my area of expertise, though information…hmm, that could be arranged, though I’m sure your sources would be far better than mine.[/i]

As far as an alias went, however, Alexander’s head went abuzz with possibilities. [i]Perhaps a paisley cravat is too obvious, and a satin petticoat not obvious enough,[/i] he pondered. [i]What about a ruby lion? Get my mane of hair confused with someone with red hair. No, not applicable to the theme. Alright, then a monocle, perhaps? A ruby one even? No, couldn’t possibly picture myself with one of those dreadful contraptions. I couldn’t bear to look like my father.[/i]

He frowned contemplatively. [i]Well, what about brandywine? A brandywine handkerchief? Oh, no, what about aubergine instead? After all, a watch is far too obvious for me. Though perhaps aubergine is, too…[/i]

Before he could debate it any longer, Alexander stepped forward slightly. “My lady, my captain, you have my support, my cane, and an [i]aubergine handkerchief[/i].” He gave a smile, a slight jiggle of his head, then stepped back, resuming an air of hypocritical delighted indifference.