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"The single most attractive man I have ever met fit that description. A black Jazz Sax player from New Orleans"

He pronounces it 'Naw'leens'

"Huge man. At least seven feet tall. Gorgeous voice."

It's not that he's ignoring the comments about Andres. He just didn't learn anything new.

'Seven feet tall eh?' The smirk is definitely wicked now. 'Thats...big.' And that was said more than suggestively, but not in a sarcastic way.

'I can't say I've ever thought of anyone as my 'single most attractive' acquaintance but yours sounds nice.'

"Funniest thing ever, meeting him. He's blind as a bat, without his glasses. Can't see more than a foot in front of his face."

He rolls his eyes.

"So when he heard I was his new accompaniest, he picked me up to get a closer look at me."

He smirks.

"He was rather surprised when I snarled and bit him."

The laugh is genuine, if tired. 'I imagine he would be surprised. I take it he forgave you though?' An eyebrow raised suggestively. And then, 'What do you play?'

The absentminded answer is; "Oh, I don't think it was a question of forgiving, really."

He shakes his head at himself. This was a conversation that he had not thought he would be having.

"No. Not so much. I was playing drums at the time, and singing, though I play more than a few other instruments. Including the saxophone, which he taught me."

He can't be more surprised than Ramon is.

'A lot of people here seem to be musical. Is it something to do with magic do you think?'

"Nah. I think it's the bar. She has a taste for it."

He shrugs.

"Seven of the nine brothers work independant magic. And five of them couldn't carry a tune in a brass bucket. What about you? You could be one of those psychotic organ people who pounds away at it."

He mimes it briefly.

"You know the type."

He laughs again. ~~Damn, Random seems to bring that out in him 0_0~~

'I do know the type, I think I met one yesterday. Although he was very talented I think, although I'm no judge.' He shrugs. 'No, I dont play anything.' And then grins, to show he's kidding. 'I'll overlook the use of the word psychotic, even though thats probably what you think I am.'

Maybe not so much with the kidding.

Random smiles, in a rather 'you keep on telling yourself that' manner, and gracefully changes the topic.

"Who did you meet? The Lord Bard? Dark man, either a harp or a piano?"

It's a guess, but an educated one.

And Random brings that out in everyone. It's a gift.

Ramon notes the smile and isn't sure what it means but doesn't ask.

'I don't know, we didn't get round to introductions. He was too busy flashing fire and lightning from his body in my general direction. He was on the piano though, playing sad stuff. And he was dark.'

"Yeah, that's the Lord Bard."

He smiles.

"I'd tell you to try not to get on his bad side, but, well. Oops. Too late."

His eyes slide shut.

"You should probably apologize very politely, should you see him again. He's got enough power to to squish you like a bug."

His smile is sad again - and a touch embarrassed. 'I already did.' He snorts a little. 'I was absolved.'

He pauses before trying to justify it a bit. 'He caught me not long after the encounter with Arithon that brought all this on, so I was a bit touchy.' His hand heads for the bottle again. 'What's his power?'

"That would be telling."

He shakes his head.

"And if he said you were absolved, then he meant it. So your best bet would be avoid him till the whole thing's over."

And seeing the reach for the bottle, he rolls his eyes.

"Drink something non-alcoholic. It'll have exactly the same effect, and it'll give you less of a hangover."

Ramon raises an eyebrow. 'Tease.' Then there's a smile. 'Telling me could...'

He trails off. He was going to say 'could save my life' but he's pretty sure that Random doesn't care about that. 'What do you mean 'the whole thing'? If he doesn't like me now, he's hardly likely to find me good company when I'm back to my normal self.'

He smirks at the eyeroll. 'Hey, I think it started helping OK?' Stubborn, he is. But is gently mocking himself too, because he doesn't know what else to do. Everything about this day is more than weird for him, and this conversation is...nice. And thats possibly the weirdest thing of all.

Random wants to say something along the lines of 'And you think that's the alcohol and not my presence?' But that would rather defeat the point.

"I'm not one to reveal secrets of another, basically because I know so many."

And no, he'd not be upset if Ramon were to meet a sticky end. Nor would he be upset if the terrorist walked away from all this.

"And 'tease?' Well... yes."

'I think maybe only you would be proud of that.' He thinks for a moment. 'And probably Andres as well. You're well matched.'

He nods though. 'I guess thats fair enough. Being able to keep your mouth shut is a useful skill. I wish more people had it. And maybe this bard and I won't cross paths again so it doesn't matter.'

He knows very well that its Random's presence thats helping but he's not about to admit that, even to himself.

[OOC: Just gotta *squee* cos these two? Are crack! :D]

"It's a fact. What's the point in denying it?"

He runs fingers through his hair.

"And you are dead convinced that I'm sleeping with the Spaniard."

He looks honestly perplexed, and a little irritated.

"Why?"

'Well, its kind of strange for me to meet an honest man. Fairy. Whatever. Although I'm sure you're more than capable of lying when you want to.'

He winces a little at the irritation, feeling it himself suddenly and being reminded all over again about what's going on. But he tries to ignore to say, 'Can you honestly tell me you're not sleeping with him?'

"Of course not. When I first met you I was just on the way out of his room to get myself a drink."

Which he raises in a toast.

"But I'm wondering where I slipped up. I don't think I've dropped any overly broad hints."

He nods with a smile, glad to be right.

'It was easy enough to work out, though I didn't know for sure until you just told me. But he was in a great mood and told me it was someone new, then I met you and...well, you just don't seem the type that know any of the other people I know here. And you pulled the King of Swords from your deck, you know too much about my dealings with Gorlim for you to have spoken to anyone else...' There's a tired shrug. 'It all adds up. It wasn't hard to put together.' He smiles a little wickedly. 'Besides, only Andres' tales could have made you spit your drink over the table at the mention of my name.'

"Your conclusion is right, but your deductions are completely erroneous."

He shrugs.

"King of Swords is the facecard of one Sherlock Holmes, who's advice I was following at the time. Andres's card is the knight. I know Lee Castle, Gorlim, and obviously Roy. And though Andres did mention your name when I asked him if he was getting into trouble, my reaction was entirely due to my own research."

He raises his drink in a toast.

"But congratulations, none the less. Holmes would be appalled, but I'm impressed."

Ramon raises an eyebrow and one half of his face, amused. 'Not as stupid as you think, eh? Damn, I should have kept my mouth shut.' He's relaxed though. 'Well that gives it away further. If it weren't for Andres mentioning me, then you wouldn't have known to do any research now would you?' He pulls a face. 'Although I suppose the other people that know me would warn their friends come to that.'

He lifts the bottle in response to the toast. 'What's the deal with Holmes?'

"I go to him for advice, on occasion. Seeing him reminds me to think about things and react calmly instead of being thrown in the cells for assault with a Scotch glass."

A small, rueful grin.

"He's been helpful."

He looks at him closely, noting the grin and the way its not really happy. 'This is Sherlock Holmes we're talking about, right? I've heard of him. Yes, he's supposedly a logical man.' He drinks some more. 'A good friend then, by the sounds of it.'

"Annoying bastard, really. But yes. That Sherlock Holmes. And logical is the right word for him."

His tone is laced with thick annoyance.

"Friend's a loose. Needed some Tarot work done. Payed too well not to take the offer. But the first thing he said to me was 'Don't be rash.' So I try to keep him in mind."