Madam Mim
One Big Modern Mess
- Joined
- May 30, 2013
Anne Marie pursed her lips in annoyance. "I was attempting to be discreet and significant," she clarified. "Not his own room. His room. The room in the East Wing. Gustav's room, you silly man." She rolled her eyes as she had to clarify it for him in no uncertain terms. "I caught him in Gustav's room, and he should have known better." She sighed and waved the matter away. Upset as she had been, that wasn't what was important right now. "They wish to accompany me as back up when I go to confront her. Shall we let them?"
Professor Swift puzzled it out aloud. It would, indeed, make sense for Erik and Samantha to be seen together. At the idea that he had no close connection to her, Madame LaMonte raised her eyebrow. Of all the preposterous notions...!
"My dear Professor," she said, looping her arm with his and leaning against him a little. "You and I have known each other--and lived together--for more than twenty years. And you think you've got no close connection with me?" She laughed and tugged his arm gently before rearranging her face to look somber again in case a policeman should come by. "But you are right that it would make more sense to bring my presumed protege and her husband. Though I think perhaps we part company at the gate; it would not do to...spook her, as Samantha might say." She shrugged and looked sideways at him.
"So," she said after a pause, then looked sideways at him. "What disguise shall you take on? Hm? Monsieur LeCoq is a master of disguise after all, and he is about to ensnare the notorious Madame la Fleuriste. You shall have to choose your wardrobe carefully."
Professor Swift puzzled it out aloud. It would, indeed, make sense for Erik and Samantha to be seen together. At the idea that he had no close connection to her, Madame LaMonte raised her eyebrow. Of all the preposterous notions...!
"My dear Professor," she said, looping her arm with his and leaning against him a little. "You and I have known each other--and lived together--for more than twenty years. And you think you've got no close connection with me?" She laughed and tugged his arm gently before rearranging her face to look somber again in case a policeman should come by. "But you are right that it would make more sense to bring my presumed protege and her husband. Though I think perhaps we part company at the gate; it would not do to...spook her, as Samantha might say." She shrugged and looked sideways at him.
"So," she said after a pause, then looked sideways at him. "What disguise shall you take on? Hm? Monsieur LeCoq is a master of disguise after all, and he is about to ensnare the notorious Madame la Fleuriste. You shall have to choose your wardrobe carefully."