[ He gives a little gesture of his hand, indicating the room around them. ]
Come on. You're not naive. I don't believe for a second that you don't have someone you can call to help you out if I try something. You're not really alone.
[ Mark is actually cynical enough to look at Lucy and assume not-naive. ]
[ He shakes his head - but not to argue. All of that - well, yeah, it was a distraction. ]
I'm not...You've just gotten the wrong impression of me, Your Majesty. I'm not...capable. [ A breath in, and less vulnerably - ] And what's more, I think that most of the stuff the government here does is just stupid. I'm not some kind of compassionate bleeding-heart who's going to look out for the downtrodden or whatever. Honestly, I think most people are really stupid. And I don't think it's our job to bail them out of their stupidity.
And, uh, Lord Vorkosigan, too. Miles' father. [ My father, he thinks of him, but - that's weird to say, after his insistence on clone instead of brother. ] He was Regent for the Emperor back home for years. And Prime Minister after. That's all in his future, but - even so. He's really good at all of it.
Yes, or if you'd rather there's a small coffee shop near my home.
[ She could possibly drag herself out to that coffee shop, just maybe. But she's starting to doubt if this "meeting" was really worth it. But the way she says home is like it's a joke. This wasn't home, but she wasn't sure what home really was. All she's ever known was Dyad, which she's grown to consider "home" in a way, and then there was that island, where she was more or less locked up in a couple of rooms for days on end without a way to contact the outside world. Whatever home was, it was a mystery to her. ]
[ Mark shakes his head to himself. What's with these people, anyway? He understands Barrayarans being squeamish about the prospect of buying votes, sure - they have a bunch of ridiculous ideas about honor and fealty and your word being your bond tied up in notions of power. But Americans are basically all buying votes anyways. They do it a little more indirectly than it's done back on Jackson's Whole, sure, but that's just because the laws dictate that it can't be done directly. And it's not like he wouldn't be smart enough not to get caught... ]
Fine. Then I can finance you if you want to buy...television ads or whatever it is you use money for. Honestly, buying votes works out to being much more cost-effective, in the end. And when you pay for ads, the only people who benefit are television stations and newspapers. When you buy votes, the voters benefit.
No, wherever you think is appropriate is fine. Text me the address.
[ He's just never been inside a girl's house before. Woman's. Woman's house. Anyway. He's never been in one. And the prospect is...mildly terrifying. ]
I'm not really lookin' to finance ads either. Mostly I figured I'd make a post or two, make it clear I was interested. Let people ask questions from there. And if there's some debate or Q and A like there was for the last one, that'd be somethin' too. But I'm not interested in buttons and posters 'n such. Gonna rely on word of mouth.
[and whatever happens, happens. People could decide for themselves whether they wanted him or not; Sam would have his new business either way. But Baelish had convinced him his services could be useful to the people here, which didn't fail to strike a chord with the community-minded shifter.]
I just thought you'd help me keep track of some of it, point out areas I was lackin' in. But it's all right that you don't want the job, you've done more'n enough for me with helpin' bring Merlotte's together. [a pause.] Even with Six bein' Ported out.
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