[He all but staggers back a pace and casts his eye about him briefly, looking for a convenient chair or stoop he could drop down onto (there isn't one, though). His head hurts, this doesn't make sense, Lucio is here, and she doesn't want the Count to hurt him but his own concerns don't lie in that direction. It doesn't matter if he gets hurt after all, he's the one best placed to take it so that she - or anyone else - doesn't have to.
he tries to steady himself around that thought, sets his jaw resolutely, and there's a steely gleam in his eye that she might recognise.]
Well that's good, that he doesn't know our connection. And you're all right, Pasha? He hasn't...bothered you, has he?
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[He all but staggers back a pace and casts his eye about him briefly, looking for a convenient chair or stoop he could drop down onto (there isn't one, though). His head hurts, this doesn't make sense, Lucio is here, and she doesn't want the Count to hurt him but his own concerns don't lie in that direction. It doesn't matter if he gets hurt after all, he's the one best placed to take it so that she - or anyone else - doesn't have to.
he tries to steady himself around that thought, sets his jaw resolutely, and there's a steely gleam in his eye that she might recognise.]
Well that's good, that he doesn't know our connection. And you're all right, Pasha? He hasn't...bothered you, has he?