[It is that line between enjoyment and alertness that Aramis walks. Truth be told, he isn't quite certain where to begin, given that the normal routes seem to have turned up moot points. There is no ransom demand for said Musketeer, and in fact he seems to just be any other pawn in whatever game it is that this supposed Eros is playing.
He usually knows where he is, at least to some extent. War has taken him away, and brought him back, changed both physically and mentally. Yet, it hasn't completely altered the man that he was. He is still good with his words, a diplomat with a charming smile, when it pleases him to be, and judging by the way the slow smile spreads across his mouth, now seems to be one of those times.
Whereas some might not find the amusement in such things, Aramis is not such a man, and he gives a flourished bow to her]
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He usually knows where he is, at least to some extent. War has taken him away, and brought him back, changed both physically and mentally. Yet, it hasn't completely altered the man that he was. He is still good with his words, a diplomat with a charming smile, when it pleases him to be, and judging by the way the slow smile spreads across his mouth, now seems to be one of those times.
Whereas some might not find the amusement in such things, Aramis is not such a man, and he gives a flourished bow to her]
Perhaps the lady would care to educate me.