( "Alexandre the soldier" is beginning to raise Yuri's suspicions. He can't help but feel like he's missing some curious piece of information: he claims to be as ordinary as any other soldier, and yet he's huge, striking, somehow able to bestow extremely lavish gifts upon near strangers, and now he's speaking to him with all the careful diplomacy of a man who's used to skirting conflict.
The fact that he doesn't want the necklace back ... )
... My guess is that a soldier would have had to save up for months to afford something like this. Maybe even come into a tidy inheritance and put some of that towards it.
( He says thoughtfully, turning the dangling sapphire this way and that so that it catches the scattered starlight. )
I figured you'd been coming to my shows for a while, putting away a little of your pay, waiting until you found something that was just right.
( There's a sharpness in Yuri's eyes now — the kind that suggests he's figured out he's being lied to, he just can't quite put his finger on what it is he's being lied to about. He doesn't withdraw his hand, nor does he make any move to pocket the piece again: )
But you don't want it back, even though I've said I can't accept it. ( A beat, followed by a moment of close scrutiny. ) Did you steal it?
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( "Alexandre the soldier" is beginning to raise Yuri's suspicions. He can't help but feel like he's missing some curious piece of information: he claims to be as ordinary as any other soldier, and yet he's huge, striking, somehow able to bestow extremely lavish gifts upon near strangers, and now he's speaking to him with all the careful diplomacy of a man who's used to skirting conflict.
The fact that he doesn't want the necklace back ... )
... My guess is that a soldier would have had to save up for months to afford something like this. Maybe even come into a tidy inheritance and put some of that towards it.
( He says thoughtfully, turning the dangling sapphire this way and that so that it catches the scattered starlight. )
I figured you'd been coming to my shows for a while, putting away a little of your pay, waiting until you found something that was just right.
( There's a sharpness in Yuri's eyes now — the kind that suggests he's figured out he's being lied to, he just can't quite put his finger on what it is he's being lied to about. He doesn't withdraw his hand, nor does he make any move to pocket the piece again: )
But you don't want it back, even though I've said I can't accept it. ( A beat, followed by a moment of close scrutiny. ) Did you steal it?