[ Sometimes a relationship is work, Jean Louis says, leading them onwards from non-consensual Sleeping Beauty to the next one in line, a more naturalistic version of Little Red Riding Hood with the wolf twice the size of the little girl. Could be an analogy for many things. The liberal forces in the world, opposite the more humane ideologies. Capitalism and life. The masculine power opposite the feminine. Maybe all three at once. Claude looks the edges of the wolf's coat over, the tips of its fur catching the lights around them, glistening gold.
No, definitely capitalism. And in extension, liberalism. He raises an eyebrow and glances from the wolf to Jean Louis in a very telling way. Is that you, it means. And who am I, then?
The answer is in the name. Little Red Riding Hood.
Their fingers clasped, Jean Louis catching his initiative with the ease Jean Louis catches anything, money, fame, Claude, he drinks his mulled wine and feels the way someone passes by behind them, discussing something in lowered voices, he doesn't try to make it out. Not when Jean Louis is telling him they shouldn't get into the discussion of work while intoxicated. In any way. He has still to see the man get drunk.
Briefly, he wonders whether that might be a good thing. What kind of drunk Jean Louis is. ]
Not all debates are meant to be won, you know, although I know in your position, you win pretty much by existing. [ It's said completely without malice or envy. Claude respects the position the other man has put himself in with the Luxembourgish government, the tip of the balance, constantly. ] Maybe I just really want to see your arguments when you're in some way intoxicated. A little less... rigid.
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No, definitely capitalism. And in extension, liberalism. He raises an eyebrow and glances from the wolf to Jean Louis in a very telling way. Is that you, it means. And who am I, then?
The answer is in the name. Little Red Riding Hood.
Their fingers clasped, Jean Louis catching his initiative with the ease Jean Louis catches anything, money, fame, Claude, he drinks his mulled wine and feels the way someone passes by behind them, discussing something in lowered voices, he doesn't try to make it out. Not when Jean Louis is telling him they shouldn't get into the discussion of work while intoxicated. In any way. He has still to see the man get drunk.
Briefly, he wonders whether that might be a good thing. What kind of drunk Jean Louis is. ]
Not all debates are meant to be won, you know, although I know in your position, you win pretty much by existing. [ It's said completely without malice or envy. Claude respects the position the other man has put himself in with the Luxembourgish government, the tip of the balance, constantly. ] Maybe I just really want to see your arguments when you're in some way intoxicated. A little less... rigid.
[ He grins and looks back at the display. ]