[ Alan grins, a bright flash, and cradles Baptiste's face in both hands. ]
'Course it did.
[ He swipes a thumb over Baptiste's lower lip, an echo of earlier. ]
I'd like to watch you bring yourself off. I reckon you've got enough oil there, haven't you?
[ Alan is a writer, not an actor; he hasn't the talent for mimicry that Violet Debenham does. Nevertheless, he injects this line with a haughty amusement worthy of an actual aristocrat. The implication is clear: Baptiste is here for his amusement, and he's not about to get his hands dirty when Baptiste is perfectly capable of doing it for him. ]
no subject
'Course it did.
[ He swipes a thumb over Baptiste's lower lip, an echo of earlier. ]
I'd like to watch you bring yourself off. I reckon you've got enough oil there, haven't you?
[ Alan is a writer, not an actor; he hasn't the talent for mimicry that Violet Debenham does. Nevertheless, he injects this line with a haughty amusement worthy of an actual aristocrat. The implication is clear: Baptiste is here for his amusement, and he's not about to get his hands dirty when Baptiste is perfectly capable of doing it for him. ]