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I found myself feeling... indulgent, this afternoon.

Pricey curse.

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Hello.

This seems more your field of expertise.

Yes, it is. But you chose well.

I make a habit of doing things well.

I've noticed. They're very finely tailored.

I'm glad you appreciate it.

If I had imagined you had a taste for suits, I would have gotten you one a lot time ago.

Don't all men have a taste for suits? Just not necessarily good taste.

No. Some men think suits are stifling.

Well, I do think there's a time and a place. I couldn't wear these to work, for example.

I wear designer to work.

I know.

Patients expect lab coats. They find it comforting, psychologically.

I'm sure they do.

Tailored to your taste or is the curse arbitrary?

[ He can't go off of himself alone...though in his case the curse was very well suited. Literally. ]

I'm not sure how much choice I had, but at least I can't complain?

The gentleman's purse must've withered, tsk-tsk-tsk.

I guess my vacation to the Swiss Alps will have to wait.

But you'll take two tickets and me along once you go, won't you?

The more the merrier, right?

You liar and you beast, you can't leave.

The devil's always in the details.

Shan't bend a rule for me, or two, or three, or four?

Work the time out with the Deities and I'll cover a first class flight for you.

My saviour.

Hmn.

You don't fancy the sound of it?

I don't think a ticket home is very likely, that's all.

And if I were to wager you one?

I'd doubt you could supply it.

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