EVEN NOW I'M AT YOUR WINDOW I AM IN THE DARK BESIDE YOU

[intellectualrapist]

[Today Erika is dressed like a true delicate maiden with a shawl around her shoulders and a book clutched to her chest.

Also she shouldn't be suddenly here Dorian no one actually let her in

sup?]

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[depicted]

[wait what he was reading in his sitting room what Dorian blinks.]

Did Samuel let you in?

[intellectualrapist]

[Erika smiles still and takes a seat near him.]

Was this a bad time? You did say I could come by.

[Look at her blatantly not answering that question.]

[depicted]

By which you mean he didn't let you in. [He straightens up and marks his page (poetry, btw).]

[intellectualrapist]

Of course not. Is that a problem?

[depicted]

For him, perhaps. You came to discuss literature?

[intellectualrapist]

Yes! I wondered if you'd like to pick up our discussion from the other day? It's been a long time since I had the chance to talk about mysteries with someone new.

[depicted]

Of course. Would you like something to drink? Tea, or something stronger?

[intellectualrapist]

Tea is better for intellectual discussions.

[depicted]

You'd be surprised, but as you prefer. [He summons a servant to bring them tea.]

[intellectualrapist]

Thank you. [She sets the book down in front of her.] I wanted to show you a proper detective story. I had to recover it from my memories, of course.

[depicted]

[eyebrows up again] I appreciate it.

[intellectualrapist]

Is it really that strange?

[depicted]

I didn't say it was. It is very sweet, truly. [The tea arrives, and, assuming Erika would miss the social conventions in pouring tea, Dorian does it.]

[intellectualrapist]

[She doesn't mind letting him do it anyway.]

Don't mistake it for kindness. My little gray cells need stimulation. Without it, I run myself ragged on nothing.

[depicted]

You seem rather overeager to be clear about your motives. Surprising, from a mystery-lover.