[ota] time will tell....

[wouldbetrump]

Clive had spent the morning in his office, not behind his desk but...rather in front of his dry erase board. It was covered in a web of links and possible solutions to various inter-suit issues that peppered their troubles.

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, he licked his lips a moment.

Leaving his offices, he didn't pause to speak to many. No, no...The King of Spades was intent on tending to his business of the day as quickly as possible, it seemed. But what that business was might well have been up for debate.

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[wouldbetrump]

"Victor deals with things often long before either of us hear about it." He said, "I do recall several last minute trips off deck in the last six months that you did not seem overly concerned about." And whatever he was doing, Clive never got a word out of him regarding the subject.

"I do think...that an outside Liaison is useful, but we also have Ivona who handles many such things. She would not be happy to have her position handed over to anyone else."

[wouldbetrump]

"Of course we can, but...only if I actually leave the castle to do my work, you know." He teased lightly, offering her a soft smile.

"You have to have faith, love. If you don't, it's never going to work out."

[intolerantly]

[It's not really a player-plot; I just figured it'd be something for her to snipe at him about. He's free to take it and file it away, whatevs. :>]

"I'm going anyway, Clive," she told him a bit contemptuously. "One, it's part of my job description, and two, I'm a Spade, in case you hadn't noticed." And Spades didn't avoid danger; they courted it and eagerly.

Ivona then shrugged, saying, "Do with it what you will, Majesty. I've done my part, brought it to your attention. No doubt you have people who will take care of such things for you."

A sweet smile and she turned to leave. "Enjoy your lunch hour."

[wouldbetrump]

[ooc: She does realize that if she keeps this up, he'll eventually take the job she loves away from her to get back at her, right? :< He's a nice guy, but he'll only put up with this sort of thing for so long.]

Fools courted danger, if one was to be accurate about it. "Fine. Go. Pretend that I care, even. Because I am ever so tired of trying and still derided by you. And you wonder why I left? Because you are blood sucking leach, Ivona, and I would rather be with someone who actually has a heart than to spend five minutes on this topic with you."

He moved to the door ahead of her, and opened it before offering her the same fake sort of smile she always gave him. "Good day, Madame Ten. Enjoy Turkey, I'm sure it'll be a blast right now."

[maidenthespade]

She shrugs. "Victor performs certain duties off Deck. So have others. Ethan, Julien...me. But it is different sort of liaison than what we are looking for, yes? I imagine both Ivona and Victor will work closely with whomever we assign. Perhaps duties will go to one of them, but we should not make workload unwieldy."

"As for Ivona, she works with governmental contacts, not our more 'colorful' ones. I doubt she'd care for sort of parties any of those people throw. Her position will not be affected. If she has problem, let her come to me to express it."

"Has it ever occurred to you," she asks half teasingly, half seriously, "we allow others to question our decisions too much? Or am I only one who fights urge to go on rampage through halls?"

[bitchwithabite]

"Mm, I guess I can live with that compromise." But only if she could steal a kiss to make it worth waiting for. "Sorry to have stopped you. Just...thought it was important to talk about, I guess." And she did feel a little better, so at least there was that.

"I'm not good at havin' faith, baby. Every time I count on somethin', it blows up in my face." But she wanted this, badly. She wanted it to work, wanted to be happy with him because he did make her happy. "But if you think you can deal with my brand of crazy, maybe I can bring you home to meet the family sometime soon." Obviously, he already knew her family, but that wasn't the point.

The point was advancing their relationship a little bit; they'd already been together for almost six months.