( truly the possibility of a conversation about being accessories for the now deceased rich and powerful; unfortunate, that aventurine would never truly talk about that time of his life, not so openly, not so honestly. if nothing else, it shows on his demeanor, that the wounds and scars still linger.

funnier yet, he almost sees rufus as one of those. he certainly comes across as powerful or, at the very least, familiar with being in a position of significant power. the entitlement in his voice doesn't spare him from the assumption. )

Ahah, so you also believe that things should be consumed in moderation? The games, the spectacle, the people.

( spoken a little from a place of understanding, as though something he has personally experienced. but the smile on aventurine's face doesn't falter, nor does his gaze on rufus waver. )

You seem to have a short tolerance. How long do I have until my shine becomes dull?

( a little bit of a jest, all things considered. )