Thread: Au-delà du Temps: Beyond Time (LeatrixSage x SacrlettRose)

Oui Madam, naturellement je prfre l'anglais. It was complete perverse of Roarke Rochester to be thoroughly amused when Adelaide Aedler swore and when she had the audacity to call him an arse. To be fair he had been called worse. But then again, he always did like a woman who had a feisty temperament and Adelaide Aedler was not disappointing him on that front. His azure eyes flashed reflecting his amusement however not for a moment did it detract from the fact that he suspected her to be nothing more than a beautiful French spy. Wessex's suspicions were only cemented when she revealed her name. His expression did not flinch in the slightest. It was a mask of complete composure. I see my reputation proceeds me. There was a hint of pride in knowing his debaucheries had somewhat of a fame attached to them but that was neither here of there now. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass around before throwing the substance into the fire. The blames hissed and sizzled as he filled the same glass with something a bit more potent and unmolested by his servants who liked to water down the alcohol from time to time, sensing his moods, they knew him far to well. However, we're not here to talk about me, though it is one of my favourite subjects. Roarke grinned, leaning against the mantle as he let the fire of the liquid run down his throat. The fire crackled and warmed the large cold corners of the room, enclosing them in the light in the dark, dreary night. Adelaide Adler you say? Let me guess, you're no relation of Etta Palm d'Aelder hmm? He could already feel her denial coming on but he had already decided his course of action because she may play the part of an ignorant well but he knew better. She claimed she hadn't a clue how she stumbled upon him and then admitted to being related to a most notorious French family who were known French spies for none other than Napoleon himself. A slow smile creeped up one side of Wessex's face as he watched her entertained as she went to slowly stand behind the lounge. As if that was going to save her. He nodded as she spoke as if he was believing every word that came out from between those pretty lips. She must think him a complete idiot. Fortunately for Adelaide Aedler he was in a particularly indulging mood. Indeed. He nodded again, amusing himself at her expense. Of course, you simply fell from the ceiling out of thin air and onto the cold hard floor. Clearly, Roarke concluded she was going to stick to her ridiculous story. Of course, he had means at his dispose to make her tell the truth but he was not about to torture a woman, not even one that was a French spy. Pull there was the fact that there was something about her that left the Marquess utterly curious and wanting to know more. Pulling off the mantel as he downed his drink, Roarke threw himself onto the lounge that she had occupied only a few moments earlier. One long lethe leg resting on the other as his arms stretched out over the back of the chaise lounge, his head leaning back to look up at her. You, mon cher should not assume anything. In fact, you are in no position to assume anything or to ask any questions. My business is my business and I'm certain you know far more of it than you are letting on. His face was now stern, cold in his warning. He was a man that possessed an abundance of patience however he was not to be trifled with, nor would it bode well for her if she tested his generosity. As for your injury, I already apologized. Like I said Mademoiselle Aedler it was a necessary evil and your help was greatly appreciated. After all it would have been extremely difficult to remove those documents if it weren't for her skirts. You have assisted me more than you can know and it is only for that reason you find yourself in my good graces Wessex could feel her pace. She was an utterly amusing creature. He had more questions than her but doubted he'd be getting any answers from her anytime soon. Or at least any legitimate answers. His gaze narrowed on her as she spoke again. He was stupefied at how adamant she was to play the fool but decided to play a long anyway. Why Mademoiselle Aedler where else can we be but the city of love? . . . Gay Paris. Though if you want to get specific then you are within the walls of Chateau De Lacey. It was my maternal grandmother's dower house. Rather too splendid for an old crone to spend her last days don't you think? He addressed her conversationally, switching quickly from threatening to social. Or at least you will. The house is yours to roam until we head back home next week and may I just say any attempt at escape is not only futile but will simply result in your imprisonment in the dungeons below. To be honest, they haven't been used in a decade or two and the rats are getting rather lonely. He grinned across at her with a wink for good measure. His sights fixed on her rosy gown and the woman beneath it. Taking in every detail from her exquisite features to her slight figure. She was far from his usual type but that didn't mean she was unattractive. From from it in fact. Of course, he could not over look the fact she was a filthy French spy. Otherwise, the staff are at your disposal. There is some semblance of a wardrobe in your room left behind from some of my . . . guests. - and by guests he meant his old paramours - They may not be of the latest la mode but they'll do. Any questions? Otherwise I'd like to go to bed, though . . . you're free to join me.